(By Rachel Joyce)
We still ourselves
From all the busy rushing
Of our week
With its worries and weight,
Which press heavily
Upon our shoulders.
And in the quietness
Of Your presence,
Your tender love
Encircles us, softening
The ache, soothing
Our bruised spirits.
And we feast our hearts
On You. Your love satisfies
The deep hunger within.
As we taste the bread,
We remember Your body
Crushed for us.
The strong wine reminds
Us of Your powerful blood
Which washed our black
Sins white and made us
Pure children
Of the Living God.
And we rest in the circle
Of Your acceptance,
Eternally loved and treasured,
Your cherished daughters
Who have the privilege
Of worshipping You forever.