Vinho e Pão
Fernanda Brum
Wine and Bread
On the table, the bread
The wine as well
In the chest, a pain
With what is to come
On one side, a smile
On the other, betrayal
He blesses
And breaks the bread
And washes the feet
Of those faithful
And even the traitor
Receives the same
He gave wine and bread
Instead of resentment
He washed our feet
And dried them with pain
In that breaking was all of my being
Broken for me and for my living
In the wine, love, in the blood, forgiveness
In His gentle gaze, my salvation
He sees me
My Jesus was thinking of me
A hymn was sung
After supper
And it was the praise
That was being prepared
The greatest song
Sung on the cross
Written at the supper
By my Jesus
He sees me
My Jesus was thinking of me
