A simple piece of bread some say
Reminds us of that holy day
When sin was conquered on the cross
And earthly gain was seen as loss.
But more than simple bread I see
It's flesh and blood, in truth, to me.
No sign or symbol holds such sway
As Christ before me in this way.
His presence true and rich, profound
Within the Host is truly found
It's He who on the cross was hung
That's placed upon my waiting tongue
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