Ungrateful Child
If my child came to me in need
with confidence that I would heed
his plea, responding right away,
giving my help without delay,
if then he took my gift and left,
would I not feel a bit bereft
if he gave no more thought to me
until one more emergency?
Is that not how I treat my Lord,
taking him at his loving word,
beseeching when the need is there,
forgetting him when times are fair?
Dear Lord, I come with hat in hand,
to let You know I understand
that You are there through thick or thin,
whether I lose or if I win.
So now, right now, upon my knee,
I'm thanking You for helping me
through sorrows and admitting too
the days I have forgotten You.
I long to be the grateful one
acknowledging all that You have done.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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