A Communion Poem

Last night, as we gathered around the Lord’s Table, we especially visited not rightly discerning the Lord’s Body. In Corinth, the failure to treat all of the Believers with honor in the way the love feast was consumed display a dreadful and dangerous pattern. For we cannot disrespect His Church, without doing despite to Him. But oh the privilege in gathering together around the table, and once again affirming to the observing angelic hosts just what a miraculous thing this blood bought Church is, in displaying the wonder of our marvelous Savior.

Eph. 3:7 Of this gospel I was made a minister according to the gift of God’s grace, which was given me by the working of his power. 8 To me, though I am the very least of all the saints, this grace was given, to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, 9 and to bring to light for everyone what is the plan of the mystery hidden for ages in God, who created all things,  10 so that through the church the manifold wisdom of God might now be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly places. 11 This was according to the eternal purpose that he has realized in Christ Jesus our Lord, 12 in whom we have boldness and access with confidence through our faith in him.

 

Creation in its wonders

In all it’s grand design

Expanse and complication

Reveals God’s art and mind

 

Each part in self and union

Invisible and seen

Each form and sev’ral function

The grandest and the mean

 

Beseech from all the sentient

But just and fitting praise

Gifts of the Great Creator

To bless, awe and amaze

 

That we might live in glory

Beholding mysteries

Of love unknown, unfolding

Conspiring good in these

 

Yet when this age is ended

Today gives birth to then

The day of endless vision

New made to take it in

 

Of all His grandest glories

Ordained for all to see

Of all His hidden riches

By all to be perceived

 

He comes before Creation

And says: “Behold my best

The sum of all my genius

My love and blessedness”

 

“Behold the Lamb’s Companion

Behold ’tis Christ’s own Bride

For Whom He paid the ransom

For Whom He bled and died”

 

“Perfected in His image

In His own righteousness

Adorned in sinless beauty

Dressed in His holiness”

 

“My grandest show of pow’r

Each risen from the dead

The crown of My own glory

Look! rests upon Her Head”

 

“Plucked out from sin’s corruptions

The signet of My grace

To be with Me in glory

To see My unveiled face”

 

“None other so expounds Me

As Jesus Christ My Son

None other so reveals Him

The Bride His work has won”

 

“If you would know My glory

And plumb My depths of pow’r

My grace, My love, My mercy

My all in fullest flow’r”

 

“Then gaze upon the wonder

My craft of saving grace

My blood bought Church in glory

Redeemed from Adam’s race.”