When I forget my way and wind up lost in time, please remind me of my home, and where I do belong;
and when my steps just wander away from what is right, tenderly guide me back to Your path, straight and narrow.
When I lose sight of You, my precious prize in heaven, please peel blindness away and tell me once again: life here is just the womb;
and when my heart forgets where my allegiance lies, never stop to remind me: I am yours, I am yours, none other can ever claim me.
When pride begins to rise, and thinks that it knows better, tell me again once more: You are the Master Potter;
and when I try to claim the riches of this world, tenderly speak Your truth to my heart, soul and mind.
Remind me who I am:
Beloved of the Savior.
Remind me whose I am:
Your daughter, bought with blood.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#200 my husband fixing the broken lights in the basement
#199 Knowing that He will always remind me
#198 Watermelon bursting with Flavor