Forgiveness

When you want to be forgiven

When you want to be clean to stand

Just know Forgiveness freely given

Awaits each needy hand.

Oh won't you feel the need

Of One who'll intercede

Oh be made right

Within God's sight

And be set free indeed!

No matter what you've said

No matter what you've done

A simple contrite cry of faith

He'll not turn away even one.

Dead and buried in the grave

Sealed within its darkened walls

The rock of ages came roaring out

Of the tomb as the angels shout

He our glorious King arose

In His glory all adorned

In victory over all dark foes

To his likeness now conformed

Now the heavens are our home

Soaring spirits shall arise

Flying where we've never known

Living where one never dies.

Anthony Foster

April 16, 2006