Holy Bread

by Lucas Admiraal

I took and handled holy bread And hoped that it would be my food At evening bell they found me dead.

God bid me welcome and He spread A feast of all He saw was good I took and handled holy bread

To me He offered, me he fed And willingly I bit and chewed At evening bell they found me dead.

No holy book that I had read Could save me when I misconstrued The purpose of the holy bread

And as I left I felt no dread But (turn around!) I was pursued And that same night they found me dead.

Consider well the ground you tread For when I ate with soul subdued I took and handled holy bread At evening bell they found me dead.