Monday, September 23, 2013


Sometimes we forget
That He who lights the day
Beholds each footstep that we take

Sometimes we forget
Before Time tuned earth’s sod
God WAS, IS and will ever be

Sometimes we forget
As doubt's vile demons roar
That God forgives our sin and then

Sometimes we forget
That disobedience
In spite of Love’s forgiveness yields

Sometimes we forget
That this is not the end
And soon this life will disappear

Sometimes we forget
That God is God alone
And though the flesh is doomed to die

© Janet Martin

 Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
    and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring
 and the wheel broken at the well, 
 and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
    and the spirit returns to God who gave it. Eccles. 12: 6-7

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