When I Remember.

How can I tell my every thought
When I remember how I was bought?
The sacrifice of God’s own Son
The victory His death has won
The gift of an eternal life
The cleansing by His blood, a knife
That cleaves the sin inside my heart
Not just some but in every part.

The hope His loving brings to me
My future I thankfully don’t see
I cling to Him, He knows the way
In cloud or sunshine, night or day
Treasures of darkness He will disclose
Loving surprises He only knows
Power from His storehouse when I cry
Peace in my heart knowing He is nigh.


W.B. April ‘14