Broken

A thousand times or more,
I've knelt at altar rail,
Or sat in quiet pew with loved ones near,
While bits of bread are passed
Or loaf is shared.

Most clearly comes to mind
My early years
Before thin wafers served
To remind us of our Lord.
Just crackers, broken into crumbs,
So clearly showed His death.

Remembering His brokenness,
I celebrated life,
Rejoicing that He took my place.
Because He suffered brokenness,
I am set free.

I've learned another truth:
He did not die
So that I would have
A never-broken life.
He died because I am. --MM