How many stars are to fall, until you notice, who made them all?

How many seas are to dry, until you see how hard I try?

How many dreams are to be , until you remember Me?

I love you more than you can fathom, and yet you can't seem to remember Me,
you leave Me in the corner,
waiting patiently...

But when you'll need Me,
I'll still be here;
and even if I seem far,
I'll always be near.

Forever loving

God