He Never Forgets

 No, you cannot tell me that God will not hear me.

I know He is high over all,

Yet I know just as well that He always is near me

And never forgets me at all.

 

He shows not His face, for its glory would blind me,

Yet I walk on my way unafraid;

Though lost in the desert He surely would find me—

His angels would come to my aid.

 

He sits on His throne in the wonderful city,

And I—I am ashes and dust.

Yet I am at rest in His wonderful pity,

And I in His promises trust.

 

He lighteth the stars, and they shine in their places;

He maketh His sun like a flame;

But better and brighter to Him are the faces

Of mortals that call on his name.

 

And so, do not tell me that, wrapped in His glory,

He hears not my voice when I cry;

He made me, He loves me, He knows all my story,

I shall look on His face by and by.

 

― Author Unknown