Pan Live a dead world
Down from heaven, Lord,
and awakens in us the appetite
for the bread that is baked
heavenly in the oven.
Down from heaven, Lord,
so that, after living without living still,
nourish us with that
that will help us live forever.
Down from heaven, Lord,
and step-by-Lowlanders us the clouds
for that, we understand that life is better
but when you are living in you and for you.
Down from heaven, Lord,
and if we find it impossible to eat your flesh,
that you enter within us,
opens our understanding and intelligence
for us to discover, in the invisible,
is the deepest secret of your presence.
Down from heaven, Lord,
and if you want, give us a foretaste of eternal life:
live in charity to hold office
empty-handed, increase our faith,
to prepare to meet with you,
walk in hope, never
deviate from your path.
Baja, the sky, Lord!
And give us a sip of your drink,
a sip of your blood,
a sip of that drink authentic
flavored dedication, sacrifice and true friendship.
Baja, the sky, Lord!
So that, when we see you at the altar,
know that you are not alone,
who comes in the name of God,
that, again and again, committed man,
feeds loves man and man,
with a superb weekend:
spice and good, the Eternal.
Amen.
P. Javier Leoz
