Remember Me? by Carol Diehl

Hi Lord, it’s me – the street child; remember me?

I’m not sure you do

I look for you daily, but you hide your face from me.

I’ve just been wondering when you’re going to fulfill all those promises you made to me.

Lord, You said I was more precious than the ravens you feed,but here I am – hungry.

You said you would clothe me like the lilies of the field,

but I sit cold and naked.

You promised to help me in times of trouble,

yet you have allowed my parents to be taken away.

My wounds remain unhealed and infected as the Great Physician overlooks them.

I search for the Good Sheppard to guide me as I wander alone through the streets.

You said, “Ask and it shall be given you; knock and the door will be opened.”

I ask and people turn away;

I knock on windows, yet the door opens not.

Even the doors to the school close on me.

As I lie awake at night on my concrete bed, yearning for a deep sleep,

Your words echo in my ears,

“Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden; and I will give you rest.”

But my rest never comes.

As the God of the rains, you do not send them, and the land thirsts as my stomach swells.

You have numbered the hairs on my head;

Do you notice they are blond from malnourishment and not black?

The authority you have given the government leaders is used for corruption, injustice and oppression.

I hear the guns in the mountains when I lift my eyes to the hills looking for help.

Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength.

Lord, how long must I wait?

I realize you owe me nothing and all I have belongs to You.

I also know you possess ultimate wisdom and understanding –

You have a purpose in all things.

But you made me promises, Lord – Promises I thought You would keep.

Why don’t you answer my cries?

What is your purpose in my suffering?

No one who is righteous benefits from my condition.

Has one of my sins caused this calamity?

If so, I come now asking for forgiveness.

Forgive me for not giving, for I have nothing.

Forgive me for not loving, for I know not love.

Forgive me for doubting your will for my life.

Forgive me for thinking this is your will for my life.

Forgive the people who allow my existence to continue without life.

Forgive those who allow me to remain hungry, cold, sick, naked, alone.

Forgive all who have the means, but do not see my end, my tragic end.

Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.