He Does Not Forget the Lilies

Some days it seems
That I subsist
On naught but faith alone
Carried through
Life’s wilderness
By a strength that’s not my own
Wearied by the crushing weight
Of my hopelessly human flaws
I could let the shadows drown me
But this drop of light
Is enough to give me pause:
He does not forget the lilies,
He does not forget the birds,
To the lonely and despairing,
There is healing in His words
In His hands forever scarred by nails
We can find the most precious balm
He cannot and will not forget us,
For we have been graven in His palms.