God of our fathers and mothers,
you know that as we get older
our first memories are still strong
while others fade away.
I think I have accepted my childhood
but sometimes feelings erupt;
anger, tears…when I least expect.
You know about those things, God.
You pulled me through.
Without those memories
I wouldn’t be who I am.
Take away the hurt, Lord,
so I may have peace.
My flesh and heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.