She still plays piano, Father.

So much has been lost from her memory:

Who she was,

Where she is,

Who she knows,

How to care for herself.

And yet,

She sits at the piano

And plays

And sings.

Sometimes the words are lost,

But most are there.

How is it that

Amid the confusion of her mind,

Some things remain clear?

I’d like my mind to be like that, Father—

Not with music—

(It was never there)—

but with you.

When my memory weakens,

When I am confused,

Help me to recall

your love,

your faithfulness,

your generosity,

your forgiveness.

Let it flash like a neon sign

Through the mist of my mind.

Hallelujah! You who serve God, praise God! Just to speak his name is praise! Just to remember God is a blessing— now and tomorrow and always. From east to west, from dawn to dusk, keep lifting all your praises to God! (Psalm 113: 1–3, MSG)


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