Take our bread, we ask you, take our hearts,
we love you, take our lives, O Father,
we are yours, we are yours.

Yours as we stand at the table you set,
yours as we eat the bread our hearts can’t forget.
We are the signs of your life with us yet;
we are yours, we are yours.

Your holy people we stand washed in your blood,
Spirit-filled, yet hungry, we await your food.
Poor though we are, we have brought ourselves
to you: we are yours, we are yours.