A FEAST OF ETERNAL LOVE AND GRACE.
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In John, the Bread of Life unfolds,
A mystery divine, our hearts to hold.
"I am the living bread," Jesus implores,
"From heaven descends, to open doors."
He spoke of Body, Blood—sacred, pure,
A gift eternal, that we endure.
Within this Bread, His Life we find,
In broken flesh, His love defined.
His Passion's fire, through trials vast,
His Death, a shadow, firmly cast.
Yet in His Blood, Redemption flows,
Through every heart, His mercy grows.
His Resurrection, dawn's bright gleam,
A promise kept, a dream redeemed.
In Eucharist, we take, we share,
His Life, His Death, beyond compare.
By this Holy Feast, we’re made anew,
Strengthened, emboldened, in faith we grew.
For in each taste, His Passion lives,
In every sip, His love He gives.
So, come dear faithful, hearts aligned,
Receive His grace, His peace enshrined.
In Jesus' Body, Blood so true,
We find our life, our strength, our view.
Eternal Bread, through ages span,
Invites us all to God's great plan.
In broken Bread and Crimson Wine,
We taste our Saviour, love divine.
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