The cup was passed around the table that night, And bread was broken by soft candlelight.                                                                              The disciples were merry, not a worry around, Till their Master spoke words and to them did astound. Silence filled the room as they focused their eyes Upon their Lord while from the table He did arise. “Ye know not what is meant when I say, the wine is My blood in just a few days. The bread is My body symbolic of Me, But after three…