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