by: Andrew W Taylor
Jesus, our Brother,
compassionate Priest,
welcomed to your table
as friends at your feast.
In the midst of the struggle
we recall it is yours:
your tears in the chalice,
your bread of the poor.
There's no human flag redder
than your banner unfurled:
your way of the cross crimson
through a suffering world.
Recalling that path
of death into life:
we make your memorial
in this our sacrifice.
Be known to us Jesus
in the breaking of bread:
renew dreams and visions
by your blood here shed.
By the Spirit of Justice
give us good news for the poor:
of a world without weapons,
of the Year of the Lord.
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