My Selective Amnesia

I choose to forget that I have lied. I choose to forget that I have died. I choose to forget that I have lived. I choose to forget that I have gived. I choose to forget that I have shoved. I choose to forget that I am loved. I choose to forget that I am not alone. I choose to forget that this is our home. I choose to forget the beauty of a rose. I choose to forget the truth I suppose. I choose to not forgive myself. I choose spiritual poverty instead of wealth. I choose to forget God's loving grace. I choose in shame to hide my face. I choose to blame others for what I do. I choose to blame you, and you, and you. I have chosen to forget to climb god's hill. But he has remembered to love me still.