We Come To Your Altar Lord

We come to your altar, Lord, with joy and gratitude.
Bringing gifts of bread and wine, soon to be our sacred food.
May our gifts be pleasing, Lord, for this meal we share,
As we recall Your feast of love with symbol, song and prayer.

Gathered here before Your altar, giving, Lord, our gifts of praise,
Just as Abraham and Moses offered in those ancient days.

We are nourished by Your Gospel and by broken bread when shared;
We sing praises while Your altar and the gifts are now prepared.

Greater love no one has given than Your flesh and blood as food;
We recall in this thanksgiving Your last supper here renewed.

Jerry Brubaker

Servant Song

What do you want of me, Lord?
Where do you want me to serve you?
Where can I sing your praises.
I am your song.
Jesus, Jesus, you are the Lord.
Jesus, Jesus, you are the way.

I hear you call my name, Lord,
and I am moved within me.
Your Spirit stirs my deepest self.
Sing your songs in me.
Jesus, Jesus, you are my Lord.
Jesus, Jesus, you are the way.

Above, below, and around me,
before, behind and all through me,
your Spirit burns deep within me.
Fire my life with your love.
Jesus, Jesus, be the warmth of my heart.
Jesus, Jesus, you are the way.

You are the light in my darkness.
You are my strength when I'm weary.
You give me sight when I'm blinded.
Come see for me.
Jesus, Jesus, you are my light.
Jesus, Jesus, you are the way.

I am your song and servant,
singing your praise like Mary.
Surrendered to your Spirit,
"Let it be done to me."
Jesus, Jesus, "Let it be done to me."
Jesus, Jesus, you are the way.

Donna Marie McGargill, OSM