Here is my life, myself, the bread I bring.
Here is my soul, my wine, the song that I sing.
Take it for gift and take it for granted,
Sprung from the seed that I've washed and I've planted,
So long ago, and even till now, and even till now.
Bread from the fields, from my friends, and bread from the lean years.
Bread from my youth and my loves and bread from the green years.
This much is ready now
Take it as your own ...
Wine of my joys, my dreams, and wine of my good times
wine of my wont and my will, my did and my should times
this much is ready now
Take it as your own
Bread from the highlands of life and bread from the valleys
Bread from the good things we've known that nobody tallies
now we are ready, Lord
Take us as your own...
(Sanctuary, Holy Week, April 2012, Offertory Hymn - Joe Wise)
