taste of grape juice is still bitter on my tongue
still bread coats the roof of my mouth
tears sting in eyes from the experience, its cost
you were surrounded by friends who were family
one betrayed, another denied
the rest scattered, like You didn't matter
like you were no one
not Friend
not Healer
not God
taste of grape juice, still bitter on my tongue
soft bread still cloys to the roof of my mouth
tears still sting from time spent, its cost
you were surrounded by people, claiming to adore
to want to worship
one cock's crow, 30 pieces of silver
the rest faltered like You were a loser
like you were not Strength
not Kindness
not the Spirit
taste of biting grape slowly dissolves from my tongue
sweetness of bread fading from my mouth
tears slip as I recall His love, my price
the cup
the bread
blood
body
salvation
redemption
