The body is made to heal itself
when part of it is wounded, just as
the church is made to stay, abiding
when one of its members begins to fall.
As members of the body of Christ
walk past in order to partake,
I realize I have a front row seat
to the tangible gospel of flesh and blood.
All who profess that Jesus is Lord
come to this table to be renewed.
A bodily action that feeds our souls,
the family one because of suffering.
My heart within me swells; for the love
I would not have seen if not for pain.
These hearts, these hands, they all have served.
The body healing, inside, and out.