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
