HIS BLOOD IS OUR WINE, HIS BODY IS OUR BREAD

CLIFFORD L. FRY, DOUGLAS A. SHARP LYRICS
CHARLIE MIDNITE MUSIC

VERS I
JESUS DIED AT CALGARY WITH HIS MOTHER BY HIS SIDE
TEARS ROLLED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN THE NIGHT THAT JESUS DIED
SOLDIERS GAMBLED FOR A PURPLE ROBE AS TRUTH ROSE TO THE SKY
RED WINE TURNED TO SHINING LIGHT WHEN JESUS CEASED TO CRY


CHORUS
HIS BLOOD IS OUR WINE, HIS BODY IS OUR BREAD
HE TOUCHES EVERY ONE OF US WITH EVERY WORD HE SAID
HIS SPIRIT AS A WHITE DOVE SOARS TO GOD'S JUDGMENT SEAT
RIDDLES FALL LIKE STEPPING STONES; HIS TEACHING IS COMPLETE


VERS II

RED BLOOD STAINED THE TRAITOR'S HANDS; TOO SOON WAS JUDAS RICH
HE HANGED HIMSELF IN A LONELY PLACE FOR HE WHOM HE HAD KISSED
AT THE BEST THE SAVIOR'S DEATH HUNG LIKE A SILVER CHAIN
AT THE WORST THE CHANCE WAS GONE THAT WOULD NOT COME AGAIN


CHORUS
HIS BLOOD IS OUR WINE, HIS BODY IS OUR BREAD
HE TOUCHES EVERY ONE OF US WITH EVERY WORD HE SAID
HIS SPIRIT AS A WHITE DOVE SOARS TO GOD'S JUDGMENT SEAT
RIDDLES FALL LIKE STEPPING STONES; HIS TEACHING IS COMPLETE


VERS II
THE ANGEL ON THE BRANCHLESS TREE HAS EVER BEEN THE WORD
ONLY IN OUR HEART OF HEARTS IS ITS MYSTERY DETERRED
JESUS LOVED COMPLETELY BUT JESUS NEVER LAUGHED
THAT'S THE TASK HE LEFT US UNTIL ALL TIME HAS PASSED

CHORUS
HIS BLOOD IS OUR WINE, HIS BODY IS OUR BREAD
HE TOUCHES EVERY ONE OF US WITH EVERY WORD HE SAID
HIS SPIRIT AS A WHITE DOVE SOARS TO GOD'S JUDGMENT SEAT
RIDDLES FALL LIKE STEPPING STONES; HIS TEACHING IS COMPLETE

HIS BLOOD IS OUR WINE, HIS BODY IS OUR BREAD
HE TOUCHES EVERY ONE OF US WITH EVERY WORD HE SAID
HIS SPIRIT AS A WHITE DOVE SOARS TO GOD'S JUDGMENT SEAT
RIDDLES FALL LIKE STEPPING STONES; HIS TEACHING IS COMPLETE