My tongue actually sings of the glorious body and the precious blood which produced the king of mankind for the price of the world and the fruit of a noble womb.
He was given to us, born to us from an untouched virgin, staying in the world to spread the seed and the word.
But then his life came to a fantastic end.
At the Last Supper reclining with his disciples, observing the law with the prescribed foods, he gave himself with his own hands as food to the twelve.
The word as flesh becomes true bread.
By his own word he became flesh.
And the wine became the blood of Christ. Now if this does not make sense, faith alone is needed to reinforce a sincere heart.
So we have the great sacrament here. Let's honor it with heads bowed.
And let the old covenant give way to a new one. Faith should provide a supplement for the failure of our senses.
Prease and shear joy to the Creater and the Created one. Let there be greetings, honor and virtue.
Also there should be equal praise to the One who proceeds from Both.
Amen.
