When I’ve lapped still waters into mud, and eaten green pastures to the nub, when I stumble onto the righteous path, and forget the fading of your wrath, remind me.
For the sake of your great name, remind me.
When my feet fall fast on the dew of valley grass, and worry by the fading light of day, when terror’s graze turns to its gaze, and the shadow of death finally appears, remind me.
For the sake of your great name, remind me.
When you prepare me a table and plate, and at once a lean soul grows fat, when the oil glows rich in spite of me, and flows in the face of my enemies, remind me.
For the sake of your great name, remind me.
When I safely arrive at my eternal home, into the joy of your kingdom come, when the deaf hear Heaven’s hum full swell, and finally forget the devil’s spell, when I can’t recall an evil thing, break on my harp a single string, when tuned up tight and all wrongs made right, then, O God, for your great name, remind me.
Tim Holman, Writer 