While I stand here before the Lord
or sit and meditate,
My heart still at an altar bows;
and that I contemplate.
An altar by my parents stood,
with me a babe in arms,
As prayers were said and ordinance read
with oil to dedicate.
An altar called and I stepped forth.
conviction in my heart;
And there I knew the Father made
His child regenerate.
At altarside my husband joined
his hand and heart with mine;
And as we walk this path in sync,
the Altar consecrates.
Together we have sought and learned
and folded children in;
The family altar kept us close,
a bond to celebrate.
And when I stand or sit or kneel,
the elements receive—
My heart an altar—death and life
still bid me to partake.