103

 

 

 

103

 

Lord in all Your remembering…can you still forget?

 

You know my frame…that I am but dust.

 

Forget when I didn’t…

                         bow down…

                                     trust in…

                                            hold on…

                                                     step out…

                                                               lift my eyes to the hills.

 

Remember my frame…

                      how little I can do…

                                       how little I can bear…

                                                           covered much in blood.

 

Nail pierced hands…my only defense.

 

50 years of pain…come sweet Jubilee!

           

 

Inspired by...Psalm 103..."forgetting" as a part of memory