His Body and Blood by Donna (Ensign) Woods

I take the emblems as they pass by.
I bow to pray and softly cry.

I envision His body on the tree...
Dying there...instead of me.

...A crust of bread...a sip of wine...
His body and blood...instead of mine...

Before lifting the cup to trembling lips...
It's gently held between my fingertips.

Within the blood of His hands and feet,
...I can see my very own pulse beat.

The cup was filled...one drop at a time.
With His blood...instead of mine.