The fleshy things of life conceal
The inner battle of things corporeal
Like memories, people, failures and knowing:
Faith is all that keeps us going.

I come for bread, within it lies
The yeast a living fungus rises
Slowly growing and growing to give,
Food to the hungry – strength to live.

From the seed comes branch and vine
Producing grapes ripe in their time
Gathered and picked no more entwined:
But blessed to give new life through wine.

Eat my flesh, Drink my blood
Repulsed so many choose other food;
Blind to faith they dare not see
That His flesh and blood make us progeny.

For His flesh is body corporeal
Not spirit but sinew and bone we feel;
His blood is life that flows within
And gives that pinkish hue to skin.

Flesh and Blood become wine and wheat
Together they are gifts we need;
They come in the form of earthly goods
And Jesus feeds us Eternal Food!