Poems, Personals, and Commentary

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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