Oh, Bummer!!!

“Oh, Bummer, I forgot who I was”,

   I heard the small boy say,

as his mother reminded, with sternness,

   his response to the lesser way.

Obviously, a women of very great wisdom;

   To point out so quickly his wrong decision.

How this must have pleased The Father;

   To see His son trained to go;

To give understanding, influencing his choice,

   and watch his spirit grow.

How many times throughout the day,

   do I reproduce His Spirit?

How many times, being given this charge,

   do I even choose to hear it?...

Or, more accurately stated,

   destroy planted seed

and not let the blade appear;

   Then, try to blame God

for not keeping His Word,

   when I don’t see the fruit on the ‘ear’.

Contrary Mary, was asked the question:

   How does your garden grow?

So, I judge myself and ask the same question;

   Is it ever too late to know?

Does My Cross extend beyond yesterday,

   In eternity past and future?

Retro-active blood for the one that I love;

   Judged actions can then be nurtured....

Just like the wise mother, life again starts to flow,

   from the root to the blade and the ear;

I’ll ever, thou sternly, remind you of this:

   Who you are and there’s nothing to fear.

Unlike Mary, My garden always grows;

   Because, like My Ground, yours is fertile;

It’s My very nature to multiply;

   So, together, We’ll leap every hurdle.

I carefully watch and pull out every weed;

   That at times, I know, can feel grievous;

But, what a harvest, My Righteous One,

   What peace, when the enemy leaves us!

Like the little boy said, “I forgot who I was”;

   And, like him, you’ve forgotten too.

Like the mother, I’m here to remind you of this;

   As that little boy was you.