Picture a tree
You and I are both branches of that tree
Water it, and all the branches come to life
No matter how wild, wintry or crooked
In exodus, the creation starts
with two different stories
Both great similarities
And great diversities
Picture a body
You and I are different parts of that body
When in pain, everyone suffers
Not just the wounded one
But history tells us
We've got a long tradition
Putting aside those parts
That don't fit into our ideas

The bread which we break
Is a communion of the body of Christ
For we, being many, are one bread, and one body
For we are all partakers of that one bread

Picture a church
A community of differences
Making a congregation of faith
Overcoming the gap of thoughts
Where you're not left outside
Due to the way
God speaks to you
But a necessity

The bread which we break
Is a communion of the body of Christ
For we, being many, are one bread, and one body
For we are all partakers of that one bread

Picture a church
A community of differences
Making a congregation of faith
Overcoming the gap of thoughts
Where you're not left outside
Due to the way
God speaks to you
But a necessity
A necessity
You, a necessity

The bread which we break
Is a communion of the body of Christ
For we, being many, are one bread, and one body
For we are all partakers of that one bread

The bread which we break
Is a communion of the body of Christ
For we, being many, are one bread, and one body
For we are all partakers of that one bread