(A Communion Blessing From St. Joseph's Square) Rich Mullins and Beaker Matthew 26:26-30, John 6:32-58, Colossians 3:12-17
Though we're strangers, still I love you I love you more than your mask And you know you have to trust this to be true And I know that's much to ask But lay down your fears, come and join this feast He has called us here, you and me
And may peace rain down from Heaven Like little pieces of the sky Little keepers of the promise Falling on these souls This drought has dried In His Blood and in His Body In the Bread and in this Wine Peace to you Peace of Christ to you
And though I love you, still we're strangers Prisoners in these lonely hearts And though our blindness separates us Still His light shines in the dark
And His outstretched arms are still strong enough to reach Behind these prison bars to set us free
So may peace rain down from Heaven Like little pieces of the sky Little keepers of the promise Falling on these souls the drought has dried In His Blood and in His Body In this Bread and in this Wine Peace to you Peace of Christ to you
And may peace rain down from Heaven Like little pieces of the sky Like those little keepers of the promise Falling on these souls the draught has dried In His Blood and in His Body In the Bread and in this Wine Peace to you Peace of Christ to you Peace to you Peace of Christ to you
