Blessed, Broken, Given

At your table
You offered it all
Your whole self
Even to one who would betray
Even to thick headed disciples
Who didn't get you
Even to sleepy heads and deserters
You offered it all
How can I measure out what you gave?
How can the being of God be rationed?
Is it not my task to offer what you
Have freely given?
Is it not my calling to share
The Cup you have shared with me?
How could I judge my brother or sister
And say they are unworthy of the table?
All you ask is that I
Bless, Break, and Give
Offering freely the Grace which
Is nothing but Pure Gift
Offering freely the Grace which
Died on the Cross
And rose again,
Undefeated.  Undefiled.  Unlimited.
Bless this meal, O Lord
And all that partake of
Your Infinite Goodness this Night