The faith of my father ,was like music in the soul ,Jesus played .
He introduced me to holy communion ,in the form of bread .
The faith of my Father, was like a river that flowed through the blood .
A river that flows between God and man, is an eternal flood .
The faith of my father was like a void that only God could fill .
The need for spiritual nourishment remains a mystery still .
Just like my Father before me ,
I hold the chalice in my hand .
I eat his flesh and drink his blood ,
Remember me was his command .
Its more than an old silver chalice
That shines on an altar cloth .
It's a consecrated vessel
Where the wine becomes the blood of .
The blood of the lamb .
Jesus said .
Do this in memory of me .
And everyone who drinks his blood
Will have life eternally .
The faith of my father ,was like music in the soul ,Jesus played . He introduced me to holy communion ,in the form of bread . The faith of my Father, was like a river that flowed through the blood . A river that flows between God and man, is an eternal flood . The faith of my father was like a void that only God could fill . The need for spiritual nourishment remains a mystery still . Just like my Father before me ,
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