“I’ll Remember,” Friend, Apr. 1987, 39
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.