Saints Can Not Live on Wine Alone (They Need the Lamb)
They gather ’round with lifted cup, The vintage rich, the vessel full Yet still the soul feels hunger deep, A quiet ache, a gentle pull.
For wine may warm the tongue and cheer, And momentarily dull the pain, But joy that lasts, that stills the storm, Is found not in the grape or grain.
The saints may sip from gilded glass, But thirst returns with every breath. Their strength comes not from vineyard rows, But from the Lamb who conquered death.
He bore the cross, He broke the bread, He poured His blood, the truest wine. He is the feast, the Living Word, The holy root, the sacred vine.
So let them taste, but not forget That heaven’s hope is not a toast It’s in the Lamb, once slain for all, Whose mercy means the very most.
Saints can not live on wine alone They need the Lamb upon the throne.
Jhn 6:35 And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.
