Dave Horn

I see the bread
I see the wine
These simple gifts
Sublime
Your promises
To me
Are full

Refrain:
As often as we eat this bread
As often as we drink this cup
We proclaim the death of the Lord
Until He comes again.

I am bruised
I am poor
Your Spirit longs for more
So through this meal
You heal
And restore

Refrain

In this meal
Served by our Lord
Who, crucified,
now lives
We all proclaim
That He
Forgives