The foulness in our world is poisoned wine—
Inebriates, then leaves us sick of life—
And all the while our Father comes to find
His fallen children, rescue them from strife.
Our cure is Father’s Son, His holy gift,
Who gives us wine that is His Blood so sweet,
As His own Body on the Cross we lift
That raised on high He will on earth us meet.
On altar He for all of us appears
In bread and wine–becomes His Body, Blood,
And with His truth our foulness disappears
Before reality, His fleshly food.
Our foulness is our poisoned Devil’s dream,
But Father’s truth defeats his earthly scheme.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 