How have I forgotten
The ways in which I do Your work?
Is it possible I’ve fallen,
Down among the mud and dirt?
I remember when we met,
Do You still remember me?
An oath I took to make amends
Was it really just a dream?
By Your breath, I had been lifted
Will I be shunned for feeling high?
For Your work, I had felt gifted!
Must I fall now, from the sky?
By now, I must have lost my way
Do You still remember me?
I can’t remember what to say,
Am I forgotten, as I bleed?
Upon Your name, I’ve done my best
Will You return me to the light?
The world without You feels like death,
Can You bring me back to life?
I swear I didn’t mean to falter,
Can I really be redeemed?
If I build anew Your altar,
Will my sacrifice be seen?
On my own, I can do nothing
Must this really be my fate?
Without Your grace the pain is numbing
Are my grievances too great?
I seek only that I should serve,
Have You known me to deceive?
To bring Your fire down to earth,
If I ask, shall I receive?
I know You see the way I struggle,
Is this all by Your design?
Am I made now to be humble,
To serve Your will instead of mine?
I know the answers to these questions,
How could I ever have forgotten?
This work You gave me is a blessing,
But was I foolish to have sought it?
In the end I am but human,
Could You help me, once again?
This work is mine and I must do it,
Do You have more strength to lend?
I’ve been away from home so long,
Is there still a bed for me?
If I find the door again and knock
Will You still remember me?
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Galvin comments, 'The words came to me as the unstoppable flow of water floods a valley at the breaking of a dam. It is a letter to the creator, a plight to be taken back into its house after so much time spent in the cold streets of our world. It's not anywhere :).'
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