You give me honor, my dear precious child.
Be not of the world; return to me undefiled.
Most of all remember, I love you.
I sent my Son to earth to rescue you.
A moment in time before this life,
Slips from my mind amid the world’s strife.
Within my heart, a dying ember,
A memory of home, I can vaguely remember.
The love I felt I yearn to feel again,
Yet I don’t know where to find it among men.
Then one day someone mentions a God—
A Heavenly Father; my head begins to nod.
A dying ember becomes a fire
As I remember God’s word inspired.