As I walk down the aisle,
I think of the bread,
The bread has become Jesus,
It is the body of Christ,
And when I taste it in my mouth,
I can taste His blood.

As I walk down the aisle,
I think of the bread,
The bread has become Jesus,
It is the body of Christ,
And when I taste it in my mouth,
I can taste His blood.
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