Where Is The Excitement

 

Where is the excitement that I once knew?

When taking communion was fresh and new?

When my heart would beat fast, just at the thought,

Of grace, salvation, Christ’s life to me brought,

How He shed His Blood for my every sin,

His Pure Body broken, my soul to win,

That at His Table I can freely feed,

As He still for my soul, does intercede?

O how I have come to the sorry state,

The Lord’s Supper’s no more taken in faith,

For as I’m invited, I go and feast,

But it makes no seen difference in the least,

I feed, there’s no change, the same I remain,

I show no difference, no change can I claim;

Today, You used a child to move me sore,

One who’d not had this sacrament before,

Timid at first, encouraged she was caught,

What a loving work in her the Lord wrought,

She was so happy, the communion to share,

Joy was seen and felt from her, everywhere;

I looked at me, in my stale, accustomed gait,

And asked for forgiveness, it was not too late,

It’s not too late also, for you dear friend,

Your attitude to the Lord’s Supper, attend;

Pray God, keep your life ever thankful and new,

Each time you feed on Christ, know Him in you. 

Amen!