He Reached Out To Me Poem by Royston Nella

He Reached Out To Me



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.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: wine
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