His Word

His Blood drips through the Word He speaks
Around the altar table laid
On each who will His Word repeat
As from the East atonement made.

His Mother’s blood through Him will come
To us who drink the cup of life,
And bread for us His flesh becomes
Through her who brings us Heaven’s Light.

Ahead through ever-circling years
In time the One who is beyond
By Spirit speaks to newly-opened ears
His Word–brings sacrifice once done.

The One whose name is Dayspring brings
His Father’s love through Mother’s “yes;”
Her body, blood from heaven sing
His welcome to His table guests.