REMEMBER.

By Deanna L. Teske

I never thought I’d see the day when love was growing old;

When dreams that held the future still had simply all been sold.

What tiresome ways we follow in our old, begotten years;

When youth is buried, joy forgotten – Awaiting unknown fears.

What apathetic tones we sing which carry not too far;

Our hallelujahs cease their ringing and nary reach a star…

Oh love once filled these pews with patience, with unencumbered praise;

But sorrow’s woes have overcome us in these latter days.

What has come of Christ our Saviour, who set us free from death?

Our hearts once yearned though now have turned to seeking so for wealth.

Oh Lord have mercy, knowing that our frames are earthen dust;

And light a fire e’er burning which leads us to the Cross.

In humble adoration bow before the Throne of old;

Upon it seated, risen Saviour whose sorrows could ne’er be told.

The pain He suffered, cruelest tortures to purchase you and me;

None can fathom, time precludes it for all eternity.

Set your gaze upon His eyes which burn with holy fire;

Take up your cross and follow Him – He’s all of man’s desire.