Forty Four
- Jesus, The shadow of Thy Cross is long,
It weaves its way into my joyful song,
It is embossed on raiment glad and sweet
Marking the triumph in Thy sad defeat. - Yet triumph hides Thy torture on the Cross,
The outcome dims the cruel reality,
The saving ritual of Eucharist
Obscures the hours of human agony. - May I with every piece of bread I take,
With every drop of Sacred wine I sip,
Remember that Your suffering for my sake
is the foundation of our fellowship.