Supper

Dedicated to the brothers and sisters of the Primitive Baptist Church

Come together,
We do not
Really ask it
Of you
Often,
Just at meeting.
Once or twice a year.
The lord
Must move
Your heart.

We'll bind ourselves
Together,
We faithful remnants,
We'll wash each others'
feet,
Just as was done
That night,
So long ago.
It's a reaffirmation,
With as many
Brothers,
And sisters,
As we can gather
Unto us.

A faithful sister
Has baked
The bread,
Faithful to
The ancient
Recipe,
A faithful brother
Has made the wine,
Just for our purpose.

If you cannot
Be with us,
Send us a letter,
We will feel
The power of
Your faith,
And you
May feel ours.
And when we next meet,
We shall
Rejoice.