Lord make is ready now to share this meal
Sign of our life in you
We bring you this food which beard the stain of human toil
We bring to you this wine, the fruit of distant smoky hills,
Bread hard won fruit of slavery
This wine, cool and red, like evening light
The Bread, which brings to mind each meal that we have shared in happiness
Cause of suffering, yet the drink that make our hearts alive and warm.
Lord, give it power to make us free
Lord, give it power to make us free
