Commune

Remind me, Lord; I’m listening. 

Not often does my buzzing brain,
So rushed and full of life mundane,
From all the spinning thoughts abstain . . .
I’m listening.

While I am still and You are not,
Remind me, Lord, of who you brought,
Through many trials, for I forgot . . .
I’m listening. 

Remind me, Christ, of broken chains,
Healing rivers from Your veins,
Crimson washing crimson stains . . .
I’m listening. 

Spirit, while I am subdued,
Take my soul; it needs renewed,
Change my selfish attitude . . .
I’m listening. 

Washed in precious memory,
Sweet Communion, You and me,
Tell me of eternity . . .
I’m listening. 

Remind me, Lord; I’m listening.