Time Forgets

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 12/30/2014

Our salvation is free: not cheep;
The blood and the water run deep.
Why do I hang my head and cry?
Because for sin did Jesus die.
In Christ we are a sacrifice;
It is His blood that sanctifies.
He has purged away our sin;
In our hearts He entered in.
It was not me that was smote,
Time forgets; please God I won't.



I loved the ending two lines...and now I'm off to listen to the two Yiruma songs you mentioned...

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 01/02/2015

Thanks! Yes, I love all of

Thanks! Yes, I love all of his music. It is very inspirational. I have more poems from his music coming out next week!

Damaris Ann | Fri, 01/02/2015

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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