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.
clarakatalin 
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