Our sweet three-year-old asked her mother during the sacrament, ‘Why do they break the bread?’ ‘Why do we eat it?’ ‘Why do we drink the water?’
As my wife responded with her testimony of the sacrament, our three-year-old Grace was touched. She felt the spirit and desired to learn more about the sacrament. It also touched her mother, who came home from church and wrote her answers down into this poem.
Hear that song of reverence so dear.
It’s to remind us of the Saviors sacrifice.
See those boys breaking bread with a tear.
It’s to remind us of the Saviors sacrifice.
See the lumpy table all covered in white.
It’s to remind us of the Saviors sacrifice.
Hear the prayer always said just right.
It’s to remind us of the Saviors sacrifice.
See those young men approaching with a gentle hand.
It’s to remind us of The Saviors sacrifice.
See those children whose reverence is so grand.
It’s to remind us of The Saviors sacrifice.
We meet each Sabbath to remember Him.
Through bread and water and sacred hymn.
We promise to do our best to obey.
For He is the one who shows us the way.
Kristiana Pollard
