Full Lyrics
Bakerwoman God, I am your living bread.
Strong, brown Bakerwoman God,
I am your low, soft and beingshaped loaf.
I am your rising bread,
wellkneaded by some divine
and knotty pair of knuckles,
by your warm earth hands.
I am bread wellkneaded.
Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God,
put me in your own bright fire.
I am warm, warm as you from fire.
I am white and gold, soft and hard,
brown and round. I am so warm from fire.
Break me, Bakerwoman God.
I am broken under your caring Word.
Drop me in your special juice in pieces.
Drop me in your blood.
Drunken me in the great red flood.
Selfgiving chalice, swallow me.
My skin shines in the divine wine.
My face is cupcovered and I drown.
I fall up, in a red pool in a gold world
where your warm sunskin hand is there
to catch and hold me.
Bakerwoman God, remake me.
