I’ll Remember

By Lawrence Cummins

The organ plays a cadence sweet.

I school my thoughts and still my feet,

Then raise my voice in sacred song,

A grateful member of the throng.

And when the priests together kneel,

I bow my head and always feel

A quiet thank-you in my heart

For this rare blessing—and my part.

Reverence is more than something I do.

It’s my spirit, unseen, and your spirit too.

Whether alone or with others in prayer,

I know that my Savior can be listening there.

I take the bread, drink from the cup,

Rememb’ring the Twelve—how they did sup

At eventide in the upper room.

Jesus’ sacrament caused hope to bloom.

… And I’ll remember.