I Commend My Moments
O Lord, at my death, speak my name.
All the moments of my life,
I vouchsafe to You.
As I breath my last,
Receive my sigh.
Call to awareness,
This poor pilgrim.
I am lost without a You.
I have spent my days in search of You.
Wandering, as a beggar,
Oblivious of my folly.
I guenched in thirst with sour wine.
Even in my concupiscence,
My heart has longed for You,
Fool that I am,
I have pursued beggars dreams,
Far from Your side.
Unwittingly, sought solace,
But been deceived.
Now, but speak my name.
From Your pierced side,
Let me drink Life.
Jesus, I trust in You.
copyright 2020 Joann Nelander
A VOTIVE HEART
Sweet Savior, I give to Thee my heart.
Make it as Thine own,
That it may love those in the world,
And those, having past from its bounds,
Not ready to see the Father’s glory.
With my every breath,
I wait on Thee,
Pleading the perfection of my cherished loves.
Pray, lift the veils persisting to obscure Thy Beauty.
Let me be a living prayer,
A votive candle,
Burning on the altar of Thy Cross,
Whose smoke rises as incense
With Thy Resurrection from the dead.
I am a captive to Thy call upon my heart.
I draw each breath,
For those You give me in this life,
By blood, as friend, foe, neighbor, passing stranger,
And those, still alien, to Thy love,
All, whom the Father desires
For life in You and in Thy glory.
By Joann Nelander