Today be of thanks to Him who walked through
The valley of shadows and death bed ours too
Beyond reasoning, unfathomed by minds
Ungrateful the many still lost yet not blind
His act of forgiveness would spread far and wide
Beyond tortured body in man He'd confide
Before His Father who sent Him to die
For souls undeserving by us He stood by
Yet memories fall short unlike His pact
Sad state of affairs, unedifyied the facts
Is how we the chosen, choose death over life
Painstaking His wounds, relentless His stripes
Breaking Bread on that day would fail to become
The end of His story and of us now to come
To grasp the reality that sin would become
The latter thought of, JESUS, Gods son
Close now your eyes and imagine you there
Before the Father, your demise His affair
Became more than reason that day upon cross
The breaking of Bread, for mankind still lost
