remember

the fire
a mere, flickering shadow of what it once was,
the zeal and passion,
now buried under layers of indifference and non-chalency,
the sense of purpose and commitment,
now a thing long forgotten
the yoke,
no longer a joy but a burden....an onus

am i to be satisfied with this Laodecian neutrality?
to be neither hot nor cold?
to serve out of obligation and not out of compassion?
Lord, how can i come back to that first love,
when my heart is so cold so hard towards you
when i know of you goodness, but am unwilling to submit

Remember....remember the first taste of my love
the first time you encountered me and felt i was real
remember all the things i brought you through
how wonderful it was to be simply dependant on me
remember how i changed you, moulded you,
how i blessed you and brought such joy to your life.
remember, the hope i gave you
the sense of purpose you could have because of me
Simply remember