Today I faced the devil in the form of communion
Maybe it was with God in collusion
Could he be testing me like he did Job?
This sin handed to me by this man in robes?
I grab a wafer and pass the plate
The stranger next to me waits
His eyes, do they judge?
Or give an encouraging nudge?
The stranger grabs two tiny cups and passes the rest
Devil’s temptation handed to me again in test
I smile and shake my head
“Thanks friend, but I’ll stick with the bread.”
He insists, saying “It’s the blood of the Holy Spirit.
You can’t refuse this fine wine spirit.”
I say “No thank you, but thanks.”
I sit back and that’s when I think
I think I see
All eyes on me
From the judging flock
Somewhere off, cries the crowing cock
The stranger still holds out the wine
Communion of the divine
Do I drink or rebel?
Today I faced the devil
All I needed was one taste
Now to the liquor store, I make haste.