I took and handled holy bread
And hoped that it would be my food
At evening bell they found me dead.
God bid me welcome and He spread
A feast of all He saw was good
I took and handled holy bread
To me He offered, me he fed
And willingly I bit and chewed
At evening bell they found me dead.
No holy book that I had read
Could save me when I misconstrued
The purpose of the holy bread
And as I left I felt no dread
But (turn around!) I was pursued
And that same night they found me dead.
Consider well the ground you tread
For when I ate with soul subdued
I took and handled holy bread
At evening bell they found me dead.
Monday, May 1st 2023
