Forgiveness

I have done my share of sin
Ones that we can all attest to
And others I hold close
Hoping the wounds I inflicted upon Christ
Will remain secret
Only known to me
And Him
How I forget
That since I asked Him to take it from me
The Father sees it no longer

So often the deceiver drudges it up
Tauntingly, he dangles it in front of me
"Remember what you did?
Remember what a DEPLORABLE person you really are?
You, who pretend to be holy
I know what you really are."

And the shame
and remorse
returns
I shut my eyes
Trying to will the images
and thoughts
away

Then I remember the truth:
It is gone.
The dirty rags I dressed myself with
Have been made clean
There is no spot on them
My Savior has removed them with His own blood
I stand
FORGIVEN

So I fling back this anthem:
"That is what I WAS!
The Lord has made me new!
I know that I will fail Him
Daily
But, each day He gives
Is not another chance for me to disappoint Him
But to become more like Him!"