Ancient history
Faded memory
what I used to be
No longer a part of me
But I became haughty
In my victory
Walking holy
I was so good, but I forgot so much
It seemed I have always been scrolly
Tightly rightly rolling
On the road to heaven strolling
I am a sister saint
Slipping and sliding I ain’t
But I forgot where he found me
I forgot how he molded me
I forgot how he washed me
I forgot
I thought it was my might
On automatic flight
Stopped reading at night
Stopped praying at dawn light
Stopped seeking
Loosing spiritual sight
Power leaking out
Pride took me on a slide
In my fleshly ride
I never saw it coming
Because I felt so self assured
Then carnal rose up and roared
To be in charge
It almost scored
It almost touched down
I was almost slam dunked
Into past indulgencies
Old Tendencies
Bold Presumptions
Over dosed Consumptions
Now I remember
What I was, how I was
The smell, the stench
Now I remember
The cleansing of his blood
I remember
The mercy of his love
I remember
The power of his word
For my daily need to stay freed
I must read like the food I greed
I must stay on my knees
Till my will freezes
His way is what pleases and
I remember
I am nothing without him
Without him my song don’t sing
My jingles don’t ring
He is my bling, bling
The wind beneath my wings
My who, what, when, and where
My everything
He is my source of living
My inner good working
My desires blazing
for Him like wild fire
my savior, my healer, my deliverer,
I remember
My rock, My strength, My shield, My fortress
I remember
My love, my peace, my joy, my hope
I remember
My beginning, my end, my best friend
May I never forget
May I hold the freshness
Of deliverance close to my chest
May I never rest from but rest into his presence
So I will never ever again forget His essence
I remember
© G. Elizabeth Clarke 2006