Blotted Out
Can God forget the awful sin
That once o’erwhelmed my soul,
Before I came in faith to Him,
And was by grace made whole?
How often Satan tries to claim
Each past defeat and fall;
But while they fill my heart with shame,
The blood has covered all.
Yes, God has placed them far below
The billows of the sea,
And blotted out each sin I know
For all eternity!
So pressing onward by His grace,
The prize at last I’ll win;
My eyes shall look upon His face,
And I shall be like Him.
By Barbara C. Ryberg