Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

Faulty Memory

My memory is really shot

Was that man’s name Ted or Scott?

Was that woman Sue or Sharon?

Perhaps it’s Shawna? Rose? Or Karen?

Do I turn at Madison?

Or Grant, or Tadd, or Addison?

Make a left at Allemany?

Daisy, Mayzie, or Allegheny?

But the place I really stall

Is forgetting who You are

And who I am before Your throne —

I am Your child

Just a faulty memory,

A broken circuit,

A sin, maybe.

Just a faulty memory.

Where’s that paper I can’t find?

Where’s the bill for the telephone line?

Where’s the lid for that open can?

The remote that goes on the TV stand?

Who did I forget to greet?

That lonely person on the street?

Who did I forget to call?

Where did I last drop the ball?

It’s just a faulty memory,

A broken circuit,

A sin, maybe.

Just a faulty memory.

Bring it back to me, Oh Lord.

Make harmony of dissonant chord.

Remind me, Savior, strong and mild,

That I am still your little child.

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