The Cup of the New Covenant

The Hands that held the cup
Hold me close when I have doubts
Accepting my wobbling, weary faith
When all I have are questions
and no certainties.

The Hands that held the cup
Fulfilled a promise to be “Emmanuel”
Always ‘God with us’
In every struggle and victory
When I am celebrating or suffering
Through each long, dark night
To morning break-through.

The Hands that held the cup
Lead me onward, faithful and affirming
To the places and spaces
Where the Light of Love must shine
To banish the darkness
And brush away misgivings
And ease disbelief.

I stand now, serving as asked,
As the Hands and Feet of Christ,
I hold the cup and break the bread,
I bring the Word of God…
to speak peace
hope
contentment
joy
confidence
love
and forgiveness.

Thanks be to God.