Communion
The table bares of act all yours
Of Bread of Life mans needed cure
Of Blood spilled through pain endured
For sins not yours but ours for sure
Watching procession before my eyes
Keeping distant as countless tries
War inside a soul that reaps
A soul given, all yours to keep
Yet stay away from table spread
Before these tired eyes misled
But once again, yes fall I do
Fall away near far from you
My heart tires of race still won
Weak becomes this state of son
Yet still you call to rise again
Barely whispers yours heard to mend
There seems to be portions surely
This day of me that seems unworthy
For one more time I fade away
Away from you surely The Way
My armor falls away this day
Piece by piece worn out it plays
To will broken of battles lost
To days yet fought that rain exhaust
Forgive this soldier for short comings
Know that sought is what's becoming
More of me though strength not mine
But yours Father, in your due time
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