Eucharist

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This gift that is giv'n is one I cannot comprehend

It asks a question of beauty and grace

Flashes of thy red and white burst through my memories

The alleviation of guilt, it brings

An everlasting ritual of love

A remembrance of Thy Passion

Through thy death my soul is granted sanctum

Liberation through Resurrection 

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