Thursday #HolyWeek

Matthew 26:20-30
When evening came, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve. And while they were eating, he said, “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.”

They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, “Surely you don’t mean me, Lord?”

Jesus replied, “The one who has dipped his hand into the bowl with me will betray me. The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born.”

Then Judas, the one who would betray him, said, “Surely you don’t mean me, Rabbi?”

Jesus answered, “You have said so.”

While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.”

Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.”

When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.


 


Table In the Wilderness

There’s a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess,
Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last,
There’s a table in the wilderness.

There’s a table in the wilderness
Where the blessed sing of His tenderness,
Where the lame can walk and the weary rest,
At the table in the wilderness.

When you search so hard for the Promised Land,
But the earth won’t yield to your blistered hands,
And you hang your head and you wipe your brow,
And you shout it out, shout it out.

There’s a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess,
Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last,
There’s a table in the wilderness.
There’s a table in the wilderness.

When you close your eyes kneeling by your bed,
All the working hours spinning through your head,
You remember the place that your heart desires,
Where you found your life, you found life.

At the table in the wilderness,
Where the blind can see and the poor possess,
Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last,
There’s a table in the wilderness.

There’s a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess,
Ever thankful for being honored guests,
At the table in the wilderness.

There’s a table in the wilderness.

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