Wondering
WONDERING
There are times I look at my life, its struggles and its trials,
And all the ways I failed the Lord along the many miles.
I wonder how the Lord above could still look down and say,
“I still love you, I sent My Son to die for you one day.”
When life for me is over here and I face the Judgment Throne,
I wonder how the Lord could say, “I welcome you now home.
You’re here to stay forever, child, I’ll never cast you out.
I don’t remember sin you did or all the times of doubt.
You see, My blood had covered all the day you trusted Me;
I bore it all that day below upon Mount Calvary.”
So, though I spend time wondering how the Savior could love me,
And though I think so many times and with that logic see
No way that I, a sinful wretch, who knew the right from wrong
Could stray in sin for all those years and wander for so long,
And still be loved, forgiven, too, for sins I did commit,
And hear the Lord then say to me, "I don't remember it!"
I realize God knew it, too, so long ere I was born,
Yet still He chose to bare it all upon the cross that morn.
I may walk down the streets of gold and wonder just a bit
How God could make a place like this and take me there to it,
And I may with my wondering eyes behold that land so fair
And wonder what I ever did deserving to go there.
But quickly will the answer come as I live there above,
The wondering I had on earth was answered by His love!
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