Not Forgotten
©2005, Lani Wiens
a fresh flowers original
On Father’s Day the kids in our church had a special presentation to make to their dads. One of the older classes came to help out with the younger kids. The fellow assigned to my 2 ½ year old wasn’t familiar with our family and was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to help Samuel find the right guy. As he expressed his concern to the teacher Samuel tugged on his hand and told him, “It’s okay, I know who my daddy is.
Sometimes I forget who my Daddy is. Just in case you’ve forgotten, too, let’s remind ourselves. He’s the guy who can speak and worlds come into order. He’s the guy who can measure the waters of this world in the palm of His hand. (To give yourself an idea of how big God really is, try to see how much water you can hold in your hand!!) In the meantime He tells me to cast my cares on Him, He takes care of flowers and birds and keeps enough oxygen around so we can breathe.
So why do I get so uptight when the little things aren’t going the way I thought they should? Why do I get fearful? Why do I worry? Has my Daddy forgotten about me? I don’t think so. The words to a song a young friend sang to me the other day seem to say all that is in my heart. You and I are not forgotten, even when we sometimes forget who our Daddy is. The song is called, ‘Not Forgotten’ by Jaylene Johnson.
When the branch is brittle, and the roots are dry
Bough breaks, leaves are on the fly,
Need to be reminded, that it’s ok to cry
Need to be reminded, there’s someone bigger than you and I
He sees me and He hears me and He knows my need
And as I wait He pours His healing over me
I am not forgotten
When the day is weary and the road is long
Load is heavy, birds have lost their song
Need to be reminded when I'm too weak to stand
Need to be reminded I'm held by strong and mighty hands, and
He sees me and He hears me and He knows my need
And as I wait He pours His Healing over me
I am not forgotten
When the branch is brittle
I am not forgotten
The roots are dry
I am not forgotten
Bough breaks
I am not forgotten
Birds are on the fly,
He sees me and He hears me and He knows my need
And as I wait He pours His healing over me
I am not forgotten
He remembers me
I am not forgotten
He remembers me
3 comments:
Wow, I sooooo needed to hear those exact words today. Bless you!
-Nin
so I guess it's not just me, hey? In a way it was just me because that would mean everyone else is really secure and knows that they're loved and all of that...but the selfish part of me is glad that I'm not the only one who struggles with this stuff.
"I know who my daddy is."
Just beautiful! What a sweet story. Thanks for sharing such a lovely truth.
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