If I forget (and I can count on that happening daily),
You still remember, God! If these sticky, chapped hands of mine
Stop clinging to you (in my life, I am the clingee with my own clingers), yet Your hands divine
Hold me so firmly that I cannot fall (please tell me I’m not the last mom standing);
And if sometimes (sometimes?) I am too tired to call (are my kids ever too tired to call for me?)
For You to help me, then You read my prayers
Unspoken in my heart (if they were anywhere else, I would misplace them),
And lift my cares (You put no weight limit on them!)

God, You are love! I build my faith on that (I must constantly show my kids how to do that, too)
I know You Who has kept my path (that’s a promise that You will continue to keep), and made
Light for me in the darkness (I am familiar with working in darkness- getting up, going to bed, nursing sick kids…),
Tempering sorrow so that it reached me like a solemn joy (I am unaware of how often You spare me deep sorrow…despair…depression…)
It is outrageously unthinkable (though, sadly true) that I should doubt Your love.

God, Thou Art Love
Robert Browning

If I forget,
Yet God remembers! If these hands of mine
Cease from their clinging, yet the hands divine
Hold me so firmly that I cannot fall;
And if sometimes I am too tired to call
For Him to help me, then He reads the prayer
Unspoken in my heart, and lifts my care.

God, Thou are love! I build my faith on that.
I know Thee Who has kept my path, and made
Light for me in the darkness, tempering sorrow
So that it reached me like a solemn joy;
It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.