Last Supper, First Supper

Faithful disciples, twelve minus one,
Ate with their Savior before He was gone.
Then bread was broken, His Spirit set free:
“Do this whenever you eat it, remembering me.
Hear these words now, for soon we will part.”
Then Jesus said, with me on His heart,
“I give you my blood so you’ll never thirst,”
And thus the Last Supper became my first.

David K. Carpenter
(Revised) April 11, 2022
Copyright © 2022 by David K. Carpenter, all rights reserved

About Writing & Photography by David K. Carpenter

Photographer of Light and Life, Writer of Life as it finds me
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1 Response to Last Supper, First Supper

  1. kristincarpenter67gmailcom says:

    Thai is so moving. I’ve always loved this one. You are able to find a way to express something many can’t.

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