Lord don't let this cup pass
Until I've spent with You a quiet time
Chewing upon the truth of Your broken body
Symbolised in the bread and the wine
Let not the silence of this moment distract me
Or take my mind to other places
When I can feast with the fruit of the Vine
And understand what Your love and grace is
Search the hidden corners of my being
And brush away the wood that has died
So that we may walk in sweet communion
Towards the gardens of Paradise
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