His Open Door

Your flesh, the veil for You to open door
To Paradise, is raised to heaven’s feast
Where Body, Blood is served to spirits poor
And warfare will forever in us cease.

For at Your Supper You a promise made
That when You pass You will return again
To bring Your light to us who live in shade,
Forgive us all who’ve lived in Adam’s sin.

We eat and drink Your Resurrected Life
And praise You for our Paradise restored,
As You from Your creation banish strife
With Satan–now is gone forever more.

Your Supper, last on earth, became the first
As You return at Mass to quench our thirst.