Across the table He reached out to me
and I saw Him in the bread broken for me.
Then I heard Him say, "Dear child you are mine, "
as I took the cup and tasted the blood red wine.
No other feast upon earth can compare
with the one that I had with Jesus there.
The wine was so rich and the bread so sweet
when Jesus gathered there with me to eat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem