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Like Judas, I had
sold my soul
By selling out the Lord.
He bought me back, paying the toll
That I could not afford.
My time is
near, the Master said,
To keep the Passover.
Well drink the wine and break the bread
(Ill give my life what's more).
That evening Jesus
took the bread
And broke it for the twelve.
In this great act He in truth He fed
Them with His profound love.
This is My body
that you eat,
Broken for you this night.
By my own death, death I will cheat
And your deaths Ill requite.
Now take this cup
which is my blood--
Exculpation of sins.
Imbibe the cleansing, saving flood;
Behold! New life begins. |