Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget to taste my food.
I’ve even forgotten what wheat tastes like.
Sometimes I forget that my children are all very young,
That the oldest is young enough to still fear the dark.
Sometimes I forget to hug my husband,
And that my best weapon is prayer, my shield is the God who sees!
Sometimes I forget that I do a good job,
That the children will not remember a swept floor, a well thought out meal.
Sometimes I forget my manners, my patience, my happy countenance
But my Jesus, my Joy
He is my witness
Sometimes I forget
He never forgets
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