His Holy Fruit

The Holy Spirit picks His fruit
From Cross through grave that’s empty now,
For He who grew from Jesse’s root
Has risen to fulfill His vow.

He promised He would live again
And come to us in bread and wine
That cleanse us of our mortal sin:
His Body, Blood born from His vine.

When we remember His command,
His-once-for-all-time here appears;
On Spirit’s breath with Father’s hand
To us on altar brings Son there.

He enters us when we partake
And eat and drink His risen life
To give to others for their sakes:
We bring to all His heaven’s light.