The Sacrament

This Sabbath day I come to church and gently bow my head

And think of all the deeds I'd done and what I'd do instead.

I contemplate my worthiness and ponder on my peace

And as the bread is passed this way, I humbly take a piece.

As my lips partake the water that represents the blood of Christ,

I think of all the drops He gave with love and sacrifice.

No, I'm never perfect...no, I haven't ended with a final victory

But I'm working towards my home above with God and family.