HOW COULD I FORGET?

How could I forget that night in dark Gethsemane
When Jesus sweat great drops of blood as He agonized for me?

How could I forget the stripes that tore His body so,
Or that His "visage" seemed not as a man
Because of cruel and heavy blows.

How could I forget that Jesus died for me;
That He shed His precious blood on a hill called Calvary?

How could I forget that cry that echoed from the cross?
"IT IS FINISHED," the Saviour cried, and the way was opened for the lost.

Don't you forget, there in that pew, that sin's dread price was paid
By God's own Son on Calvary's cross; that on Him your sin was laid.

a. franklin staples

June 5, 1993


Copyright © 1993 by A. Franklin Staples