The observance of the Lord's Supper has always been a deeply
moving, meaningful experience for me, but upon this particular occasion,
I felt as though my heart would burst
as the reality of the familiar words, "In Remembrance of Me", struck my
soul. In my inner vision, Calvary has never been so vivid. It was as
though I could actually see the Lord hanging there on the cross before
me. I felt His agony, I saw the wretchedness, heard the vicious voices
raised in mockery and cruel laughter, heard and felt the horrible
vibrations and sickening thud of the driven nails, saw His quivering
flesh...mangled, torn, bleeding. I wept for the shame and pain He
endured and for His heartbreak and I felt--oh, how I felt--His Love
pouring out from HIs bleeding, dying form . And above all, I knew it
was for me, for my sins, that He hung there that day.
For Me
Tonight I took Thy supper,Lord,
My thoughts did dwell on Thee;
And in that holy atmosphere
I remembered--Calvary.
My heart did weep as I did taste
The wine and broken bread.
Broken bread,
Broken Flesh,
Broken Heart...for Me.
I saw again the angry mob.
I felt Thine agony:
I saw Thy bleeding, smitten form
And knew it was for me.
For me, the Cross Calvary!
For me, the cruel shame !
For me, the matchless Sacrifice !
For me,
For me
The blame.
The suff'ring and the shame, O Lord,
The Sorrow--it was Thine;
But not the guilt that nailed Thee there
For every sin was mine.
Mine, the guilt that crucified--
Thine, the Grace that frees!
Thine, the shout of Victory
For me,
For me,
For me.
THE WRITINGS OF RUTH MARTIN