 
			Eucharistic Meditations
Twenty Nine
- Never was flesh more sacred,
 Never was flesh so torn
 As that of My dear Master
 Who suffered scourge and scorn:
 Freed from our three dimensions,
 Borne through the Holy Ghost,
 Clothed in the simple garment
 Of the uplifted Host.
- Never was blood more precious,
 Never was blood so pure
 As that of My dear Saviour
 Given forevermore:
 Sparkling in golden splendour
 Dancing with power and light,
 Offered in glad repentance,
 Offered in sad delight.
- Never was gift so perfect, 
 Never was gift so fine
 As God's dear son exalted,
 Alive in bread and wine:
 Blessed be the joyful sorrow,
 Blessed be the livening pain,
 Blessed be the glorious fusion
 Of mystery and mundane.