Will nothing ever quench my thirst
For life beyond the grave?
Forever must our fruit be cursed
By snake to Eve once gave?
But then I see is lifted up
A Body on a Cross,
And my heart leaps, begins to trust:
I’ve found what we had lost.
At Him who’s on that Cross I gaze,
His Body I can see,
As Spirit’s breath away blows haze–
On paten lies for me–
And then a chalice lifted high
Is filled with Body’s Blood:
The Son of God to us draws nigh
In Body, Blood–our food.
At last my thirst is satisfied
For life that does not end,
As He, who for our sins has died,
Is raised to life again.
For on His Cross is lifted high
The life lost by First Eve;
Creation shudders with a sigh–
At last knows its reprieve.
We eat His Body, drink His Blood
And taste eternal life.
With Noah on far side of flood,
We’re bathed in Son’s new light.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 