When I Forget, He Still Remembers
There are days my hands tremble to write, but my soul finds no rest until my heart is poured out... I basked in the shield of His grace, Unaware of the reason behind the race. Always caught— Kneeling, Folded hands, Whispering a plea for a miracle. How easy it is to forget. How often I do. When things are smooth, I drift. When storms rage, I sprint back— Worn knees, wet eyes, Begging for what I once held loosely. And yet… He meets me still. Not with scorn, But with open arms And mercy that remembers what I forget. I was constantly enveloped in His arms, Like a baby, He carries me carefully. I have reminisced on every second from my before, But He did not find a foul in me. He beautified me with a soul. He erased all wrongs, and in His eyes, I am always His own. As I kneel here, my mind is a daily courtroom, Where I am the judge, passing verdicts On how hurt my Chi (My God) has been. But an ungrateful soul has learnt to be grateful. I ...