Offertory

Lord, make us ready now to share this meal:
sign of our life in you.

We bring you this food which bears the stain
of human toil: this bread, hard-won food of slavery,
this bread which brings to mind each meal
which men have shared in happiness;
Lord, give it power to make us free.

We bring you this wine, the fruit of distant
smoky hills, this wine, cool and red like evening
light, the cause of suffering, yet the drink that
makes man’s heart alive and warm:
Lord, give it power to make us free.