Some people say he’s hidden
In chalice prayer and bread
Substance transformed like Eden reborn
In part the whole is fed
Where true Bread in Christ abide
By faith alone does cup atone
An emblem and signpost to life
And so we wander week to week
‘tween Zurich and Rome and yet
Our hearts grow cold from battles old
And deepest longings unmet
"Oh Christ of table, bread and wine
Why must I strive to see
When seeing blinds and answers bind
And walls hold you from me."
"So sit, my Lord, and dine with us
Though we know not how it's true
Till reformation in transformation
Grants us not insight, but you."
© 2012 by Tom Lawson
For an explanation of my own journey from a Zwinglian to a sacramental understanding of the Eucharist, read "Escaping Zurich: Why Evangelicals Get Communion Wrong" on this blog.