Adorable Victim

My Mystical Life, intend I now, upon you all to bestow, for with bread in Hand My words prove true, the brokenness My heart doth feel as Judas steals away 30 silver pieces the Eucharist for to sell. Into the hands of Caiaphas, into the hands of Annas, but rarely when betrayed am I betrayed into the heart but seemingly always betrayed into the hands. I go not, however, a Victim of a greedy Last Supper-leaving Priest. I go a Victim rather of a love freely given which I beg you to remember in this duly instituted feast where mystically arrayed in you My life will shine, as you reverently consume the Mystery hidden by the sight of Bread and Wine.