Cena Pascual

Honest hands of a carpenter
Blessed hands of a good shepherd
Hands that break bread with everyone
With the friend, with the traitor
Hands that raise their cup to the world
Offer wine and give of themselves
And day by day, history repeats
Toasting the eternal Paschal supper

This is my body, this is my blood
And in my memory they will always do it
Their farewell is a surrender
With a sense of eternity
Culminating moment of the one who came
Bringing his eternal light to the world
There are no more shadows, doubts die
The way and the life, that is Jesus

The world is a supper where sits
One who fights offering love
One who knows what brotherhood is
Without selfishness and without rancor
But the story of that day returns
And in it we see the vile traitor
Who betrays his friend out of fear
For convenience, for ambition

I have called them to love each other
That they may have life is my will
Live united in an embrace
For this is the supper of brotherhood
Raise the cup until the end of time
Break the bread, share love
I am the lamb that for you
In sacrifice today was given

Let the one who has give to the one who does not
Let the one who is great learn to serve
Let the smallest be the first
Of those who come to this feast
Wash feet, as a fraternal sign
They must do to one another
Eat my body, drink my blood
For in my brothers I will remain