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Not ForgottenSing with joy to Heaven, Rejoice upon the earth; Thank God He has given, Knowing what you are worth. Break into shouts of joy, From mountain tops and hills; Peace and comfort employ, Your cheers the valley fills. Compassion upon those, Remain to be humble; As the blessing flows, On who not grumble. God abandons me not, And does not forget me; Anytime I have sought, He has come onto see. Can a mother forget, Of her nursing child; Would she even reject, One tender and mild. On the babe no pity, Coming from her own womb; Son or daughter pretty, Would soon rest in a tomb. Maybe mothers forget, But our Lord will not; Because that is her debt, Neglecting one begot. Engraved upon His hands, The baby laid to rest; Never heard His commands, Nor a chance of a quest. Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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