Forget - a poem

The Lord forgets not

He is faithful. His love endures forever

He is true. He is love. 

In my revelliin He chooses to remember. 

I have a habit of forgetting

His faithfulness. The ways which He has led

And as I forget, I fret. 

With no trust. No belief. 

The Lord forgets. 

The sinful ways I've tread

And as He forgives, He forgets. 

His righteousness He bestowed upon me. 

I will not forget

The hurtful paths I've trodden. 

The people who have hurt me. 

Forguveness in itself is difficult. Forget about forgetting. 

The Lord forgets not. 

The promises He made

From everlasting to everlasting it lasts

For He is true - to His own self. 

I keep forgetting what I've promised

Convenient excuses lining up the way. 

Priorities do a roller coaster ride

So do my words of promise. 

The Lord forgets not the widow and the orphan

He is always pro poor. Not just economically

Socially, emotionally and spirituallt poor too. 

He remembers the weak and heavy laden. 

I keep forgetting the needy. 

It is the elite that I want to please

The upper strata is the one whom I want to appease. 

Yet they are the ones who forget you often

Lord help me to forget what you forget

And remember what you remember

And forgive as you forgive

For that is the Christlikeness that you desire.