Poem - At the Table

At the table the body was laid
Bread was broken and unto each it was partaken
Prophecies before were all but vague
But at the table they all made sense


At the table disciples got drunk
Not of the wine but of the blood
A powerful, redeeming blood
One that sets you free and makes you God's child
At the table it was all but vivid
That sinners would live and enjoy God's kingdom
eternally
All but at the table


At the table a convenant was made
Man would choose a path to a beautiful place,
And live like angels on a Summer Holiday
For at the table the blood was drunk and life was attained