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Bread of Life
I sit holding a small piece of bread within my hands something so small holds meaning so great His body: the life the bread His blood: the covenant: the wine Jesus gave his body so that mine would have life His blood was shed so my robe would be white A small piece of bread forever reminds me that this bread and wine give life to this body of mine.
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