THE SACRAMENT'S MY TIME

The sacrament's my time for thought.
Am I living as I ought?
Is His countenance on my face?
Do I imagine His embrace?
Have I spent my week serving Him faithfully?
This is my time to pray to Him more fully.

When I hear the sacrament prayers
Do I cast on Him all my cares? ​​
Do I feel that He prays for me?
That He shed blood in agony?
He is my Savior and He died for all.
He's the conqueror, delivering us from the fall.

When I eat the Lord's sacrament,
Do I think of His atonement?
Do I take His name unto me?
Do I live His laws contritely?
I feel am blessed by His angels' keeping.
They're aware of us and of each shortcoming.

When I drink from the Lord's blessed cup,
Do I see His face as I sup?
Do I feel those drops shed for me?
Am I His servant, witnessing?
Do I feel that His spirit dwells inside me?
As I strive to be like Him most lovingly?