I believe that we are placed here to be companions -
a wonderful word that comes from cum panis ("with bread").
We are here to share bread with one another,
so that everyone has enough, no one has too much...
-Robert McAfee Brown
This little table
© 2004 Matt Henry
A broken table
Held up by a book
Strong enough in the end.
A surface stained
By wine and yeast,
A humble feast among friends.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
A broken world
Needs broken bread
And lives being shared with love.
A breaking heart
Can fear depart?
This little table is enough.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
Like a splintered piece
From this table's wood.
None of us should be alone.
And the table's a small
Yet infinite space
And God's embrace is made known.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
The Spirit sings
Peace to our souls
Growing whole as God's own.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
a wonderful word that comes from cum panis ("with bread").
We are here to share bread with one another,
so that everyone has enough, no one has too much...
-Robert McAfee Brown
This little table
© 2004 Matt Henry
A broken table
Held up by a book
Strong enough in the end.
A surface stained
By wine and yeast,
A humble feast among friends.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
A broken world
Needs broken bread
And lives being shared with love.
A breaking heart
Can fear depart?
This little table is enough.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
Like a splintered piece
From this table's wood.
None of us should be alone.
And the table's a small
Yet infinite space
And God's embrace is made known.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
The Spirit sings
Peace to our souls
Growing whole as God's own.
So pass the bread,
Pass the wine
Pass the peace in this time.
The memory and the promise call
To this little table
That has room for all.
Click on the picture for a good story stemming from this song.
