Fine Wines by Thomas Gaenzle

A Cana supper where they wed
Ran out of wine too fast
“Do what he says,” His mother said
The water jars then poured out red
The master of the feast then said
He saved the best for last!
So many wines that I would trade
For that one wine that Jesus made.

The upper chamber supper came
With His disciples, in His name
Remember this, then, when you think
My broken body is your bread
Remember this, then, when you drink
This cup of trembling I have bled
“Do what He says” - that I have prayed
I need that Wine that Jesus made.

Another wedding supper comes
When we, the bride of Christ, becomes
Forever-after wedded bliss
My tears dissolving with His kiss
My ransomed heart the Groom remakes
My sin and sorrow past
That wedding wine that Jesus makes
He saved the best for last.