In the breaking of the bread
We have known him; we have been fed.
Jesus the stranger, Jesus the Lord,
Be our companion, be our hope.
Bread for the journey, strength for our years,
Manna of ages, of struggle and tears.
Cup of salvation, fruit of the land,
Bless and receive now the work of our hands.
—In the Breaking of the Bread, text by Bob Hurd and Michael Downey, © 1987 OCP Publications
I was in high school, it must have been on one of the retreats to Rehobeth, New Mexico, because that's where we were. I can't even remember specifically which friend I was with. For some reason, we broke into song:
Let us break bread together on our knees;Refrain:
let us break bread together on our knees;
When I fall on my kneesWhen we got to the part "When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun," my friend dropped to his knees, spread his arms, looked up toward the sun, and very theatrically sang the words. Loved it. Nailed it.
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.