Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Not the Last Supper


The communion table's spread;
Christians take the wine and bread;
In remembrance of our Savior's blood and body.
Our precious Savior died on the cross;
That we need never suffer loss;
Eternal life is ours if we just ask Him.


We must walk the walk He walked;
We must talk the talk He talked;
Live each day as if it were our last.
We can't take His place upon the cross;
Through our faith in His precious love;
We must be prepared to bear God's witness.


This is not the Last Supper;
God is calling me home.
There's a place at His table set for me!

Written by Mary Helen Biggers

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry