David Brymer - Broken bread

You words are sp^Airit, You words are life We are the bran^Aches, You are the vine You were br^Doken for our ^F#mlife - And you p^Doured yourself as wine

^A/EIt's broken bread, ^D/F#and poured out wine ^A/EFrom the Father through the ^D/F#Son, to His Bride

Th^A/Eere is a fountain filled with bl^Bmood drawn from Emmanuel's va^F#mins And in that flood my s^Din is washed a^A/Eway You c^A/Eame to give me l^Bmife, life abu^F#mndantly No longer I but Chr^Dist who lives in^A/E me