After the feet washing and the Lord's Supper comes Communion. The bread and the cup.
The bread.
Torn into five pieces. One for each scar.
Chewed up, swallowed down. Life given that I might have life.
The cup.
Grapes torn and bruised, juice running down. His body torn and bruised, blood running down.
Drink up, swallowed down. Blood shed that I might be free.
Do this in remembrance of Me.
Thank You, Jesus.
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