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Fermented, sweet scent wafting
Over and between pews
Blood of Savior in a cup
Sacrificed for me and you
Semi-circled we all stand
Take a sip and pass around
This cup passed on to man
Bread, torn body, no thorn crown
Meaning lost through many ages
Meaning gained from what we give
Can we offer more than wages
To help others better live?
One man died and changed the future
We are alive. We have today
What we believe does not matter
If we don't act on our faith.
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