I display the plan of a sacrament is to offer God in the run of the mill every day stuff - to realise that God is with us. That's the whole outing of the transformation, at smallest as I understand it.
Form, I wrote this moderately odd low point poem!
The Sacrament
They say all are agreeable to inventory in Christ's banquet
If you're baptised
If you're dedicated
If you've trendy Jesus Christ as your intimate Noble and saviour
Charm inventory us.
Nosh-up on our heartfelt wafer
Or self-effacing working of cash,
Sip wine from our silver chalice
Or grape taste from a supple cup.
Sacrament, Emmanuel.
But I'm repenting,
Not me.
I do not engage.
I contain no intimate Noble
No intimate saviour
Not me.
Let the cup ship me by.
But I'd pray a prayer
If i knew how to pray it
That bond of root and willingness of spirit
Push maintain the fitness of action
To impart my cash with the hungry
And impart wine with the uninspiring.
To fill the stomachs of the too little
And our mouths with happiness.
And I'd pray a prayer
If I know how to pray it
That my upland faculty be broad
In the manner of the unbelievers of all persuasions
All colours, creeds and races welcomed
In the manner of old and gullible, ill and suitably, magnificent and too little,
Educated and uneducated, priviledged and underclass
Spiritual and disbelieving related as social group
To holiday together on the cash of friendship
And impart the cup of whatsoever joy.
Sacrament, Emmanuel.
