We must walk the walk He walked;
We must talk the talk He talked;
Live each day as if it were our last.
We can't take His place upon the cross;
Through our faith in His precious love;
We must be prepared to bear God's witness.
This is not the Last Supper;
God is calling me home.
There's a place at His table set for me!
Written by Mary Helen Biggers
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