My poems are now becoming like a book of memories God has a book too
of memories of me He remembers every cup of water that was given for him But chooses to forget all of my sin
My sins are blotted out in his book in heaven Instead of being recorded they are all forgiven When God takes a look at my record and my exam instead of seeing sin he'll see the blood of the Lamb
God has promised not to forget my labor of love Every deed done for his glory is written in his book above But all of my sins are buried in the deepest sea They are gone forever and nevermore to be
Hebrews 6:10 For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name ...
Isaiah 45:25 I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sin.