Ungrateful Child

If my child came to me in need,
With confidence that I would heed
His plea, responding right away
Giving my help without delay.

If then he took my gift and left
Would I not feel a bit bereft;
If he gave no more thought to me
Until one more emergency?

Is that not how I treat my Lord,
Taking Him at His loving word,
Beseeching when the need is there;
Forgetting Him when times are fair?

Dear Lord, I come with hat in hand,
To let You know I understand
That You are there through thick or thin,
Whether I lose of if I win.

So now, right now, upon my knee
I'm thanking You for helping me
Through sorrows and admitting too
The days I have forgotten You.

I long to be the grateful one
Acknowledging all You have done.

By: Joyce 7/26/03