Remind me, Dear Lord
A morsel of creature I am
strengthened by the weakness of my youth
my weakness are my flaws
born into the calabash of iniquity
my path is line with the thorny shrubs of dark existence
my fear is my only courage
my pride reaches its peak
at the nib of success
but to you, I fail to sing the credit
remind me, dear Lord
how you stir me out of laden vale of sorrows
Strip me of the apparel of pride
and clothe me with the wrappers of meekness
bury my flesh to the world
and resurrect my soul to holiness
in sinking and in swimming
let my longing for you be at its zenith
and debar my visors from the lusting vanities of this silent and darkened vale
Oh at the cross,
Remind me dear Lord of thy love
for an impenitent sojourner like me
Remind me, dear Lord
that success in the wrong place
is failure in disguise
teach me how to embrace my assailants
and mould the virtue of forgiveness on my breastplate
renew the yearning to burn for you
and never let me burn in sin lest I explode in the eternal furnace
At Easter, remind me, dear Lord
that all that glisten my visors are but vanities
but never let the goodly 'vanities' escape grasp
for some vanities make way for mortals as we
Remind me to love you, dear Lord
and lead us not in the way of the wrong seeds
for one day we shall account for our deeds.
