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Do This In Remembrance Of Me


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When we approach the altar
For communion with the Lord,
Is it a conscientous call
That Heaven's Angels can record?
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Have we studied the significance
Of the sacred Bread and Wine?
Have we checked into our conscience?
Are we clean enough to dine?
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As we're partaking of the Bread
Do we recall His body broken?
Can we visualize the viciousness
Of which the Holy Book has spoken?
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Can we see the stripes of red
On His raw, ripped open back?
Can we hear the taunting jeers?
Or the sound of the whip crack?
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As we commence to take the cup
Do our thoughts go to The Cross?
For the Wine we're lifting to our lips
Represents the Blood He lost.
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Do we dare drink our Savior's Blood
In a casual state of mind?
When it's a symbol of the suffering
He endured for all mankind?
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As He served at the Last Supper
He made this one request
That we should recall the sacrifice
Of the One who loved us best.
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So, as we feast upon the gifts
To follow God's command.
Let's bow our hearts in thankfulness
For this Communion shared with man.

 Lovingly,
(c)Doris Jacobs-Covington
 September 11, 2008
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"And He took bread, and gave thanks,
and brake it, and gave unto them, saying,
This is my body which is given for you,
this do in remembrance of me.
Likewise, also,the cup after supper,
saying, This cup is the new testament in
my blood, which is shed for you."
Luke 22:19-20

"For I have received of the Lord that
which I also delivered unto you, That
the Lord Jesus the same night in which
He was betrayed took bread,
And when He had given thanks, he brake
it, and said, Take, eat, this is my
body which is broken for you: this do
in remembrance of me.
For as often as you eat this bread and
drink this cup, you do shew the Lord's
death till He come.
Wherefore whosoever shall eat this bread
and drink this cup of the Lord, unworthily,
shall be guilty of the body and blood of
the Lord.
But let a man examine himself, and so let
him eat of that bread and drink of that cup.
For he that eateth and drinketh unworthily
eateth and drinketh damnation to himself,
not discerning the Lord's body."
1 Corinthians 11:23-29

"The cup of blessing which we bless, is
it not the communion of the blood of Christ?
The bread which we break, is it not the
communion of the body of Christ?
For we, being many, are one bread, and one
body; for we are all partakers of that one
bread."
1 Corinthians 10:16-17







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