Sometimes We Forget
By Sharon Byrd

 Sometimes we forget we have a Savior

Who died so passionately for us,

On a cross of wood; in a crown of thorns.

Sometimes we forget we have a Savior

Who loved us that much.

Who cared for us that much.

Who let us say no for a long, suffering time,

And when we said yes,

He threw the biggest party ever,

Killing even the fatted calf.

They live their lives with no hope…

 

Sometimes I forget when I came to myself,

The mire.. The dirt. The pit.

How He, (Gently, by the way),

Grabbed my hand and led me

Toward my new life with a smile,

 

As He walked behind, pushing me out front, 

Nudging me (Gently, by the way)

Toward His plan laid out before me

Since the beginning of time,

And added  to my zeal

Zest and a fervor of its own…

 

Sometimes we forget where we were

When Jesus intervened;

Where people are when God

Asks us to do likewise.

The grace that rained so heavily upon us,

Penetrating through 0ur hard hearts.

My hard heart.

 

Sometimes we forget Mercy.

We ask, ‘Jesus, have mercy on us,’

But why do I have to have mercy for others?

 

My heart hardens. How do I remember?

In the eyes of the lost, I see my past,

Wanting so much to be a part of my future.

I see Mercy saying no.

I see the way of the wanderer

Going as fast as he can… Nowhere.

 

In the tears of the needy,

The hopelessness of the plenty,

And in the loss of morality…

I see my Savior, with arms wide open.

I hear His voice: ‘Come.’

I pray you hear Him and remember.

 

Sometimes I forget I was forgiven;

Set free.. New life.. New hope.

All my sins cast from the East to the West

Into the Sea of Forgetfulness.

I forget that a Man, A Savior

Stayed on a bloody cross for me..

Now go, and do likewise..