Your gift of Self,
once outpoured,
upon our altar
we here adore.
Our gifts of self,
when brought near
to Your altar,
are made pure.
Bread and wine,
and our trials or pain,
with Your cross
unite for gain.
Gift to the Father
made by the Son
in Your Spirit
makes us all One.
first published in Poetry of the Spirit Anthology
©2004 Bonnie Manion