The Upper Room
There upon table for twelve
Would be last meal and His to tell
Those who walked and learned His ways
Eight in garden that ran away
He'd speak of body that was bread
Of Him they ate upon Him fed
With cup of wine, Gods covenant
CHRIST became blessed atonement
They listened well and when He spoke
Of one who'd soon betray rank broke
As all did say surely not me
This too was part of destiny
A meager meal with wine to drink
A scene depicted for one to think
How could this man who calmed the sea
Allow himself to bleed for me
Yet this He did to save each one
That's you and I and everyone
Forgiveness ours we spit upon
Tortured for all ungrateful ones
It was to be and could not change
Even if tried to rearrange
For He was sent to die for you
Including me forgiven too
We all at times can be as Judas
Kissing His cheek, bending truth as
Irrelevant, no cause to care
This too much more our cross He bared
If CHRIST returned today to claim
Each soul that cared for all the same
Would He call for you to rise
Faithful, good servant or let you die
Your story, yet is to be told
In hands you hold what will enfold
Life renewed to help make change
Or death each day in hellish pain
This Upper Room I would to venture
Say begins journeys adventure
High above where no sees
Heaven, upper room, for you and too me
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