Selective Memory

I have been using selective memory eversince
As a teaching "Many are called but few are chosen"
To survive within our own existense
As a toddler or within a mother's womb?

To care for self and for the family where I stemmed
Tying the knot, I had seven siblings, with both parents
Now we are three myself, my better-half, and a son
All trapped in the computer jungle, still happily surviving

As I have chanced in the net of a stemmed cell theory
We are truly created for the Father's Kingdom
From a song "My Cup Overfloweth With Love"
Some will offer to catch it and offer it around

In the modern bussiness of franchising as coined
There's room for everyone guided from the center
For His command to "Go on and Multiply"
Sending messages at His Time

For His laws in Genesis within the Heavenly Creation
Recreating itself from Bedrock to the City
From the Jacks coming from the hills
Or from the the Lost City of Krakatoa in Java

Some poets or captain will guide you
Like a voice coming from Heaven