Dear God, I just want to remember

I wrote it on my hand last night,
praying, please lord, let me remember
Then I washed it away with my tears before the sun came up again,
and now I am not sure what it was.

I remember that it sounded like music and the truth and
 that it made me feel better,
and I remember that I want it more than anything else.

But those lines I drew with ink across the lines God drew with his hand,
they didn't last,
even though I thought they were indistructable.

And every week he writes me, and says,
"dear daughter,
you shouldn't have tried to keep that much happiness to yourself."

And I remember that God made me forget that he loves me too,
and hope that maybe,
when I die I can remember them both saying it.