If all the things you ever said
Were written in a book
And all your thoughts were on display
So all could take a look,
I guess there's not a single soul
Who would not hang his head
And feel ashamed before the Lord
And wish that he were dead.
There is a record book, I'm told,
With every deed and word;
It even keeps a record
Of our thoughts that can't be heard
The good, the bad, and every sin
Not one thing has been missed;
It really makes me feel ashamed
To think what's on my list.
And yet, the pages of the past
Shall never bother me,
For Jesus nailed them to His cross
One day on Calvary;
And now I stand in Him complete,
Redeemed from sin and strife,
For with His blood He wrote my name
In the wonderful Book of Life.
~ Author Unknown ~
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