Standing before the table of life, as he extend not the cup, but himself for me to drink and eat
How privileged am I;to the disciples he lifted the cup, blessed it and said this is my blood drink.
But to me, he now becomes the cup lifted up on the cross for me to forever approach him
In this place, he takes me back to the previous experience;The garden of Gethsemane.
Where he is sweating blood and water and I wondered should I drink of this one today?
Few times he has allowed me to meet him in that state: the man of sorrow crying to his father
But now he takes me back at the table, the table of life where he feeds me:meat and wine mixed by wisdom
The sovereign one! although he lives in me, my lips as I eat and drink him is are forever reminded
HE IS THE REASON FOR LIFE, BECAUSE HE IS THE LIFE!
