My life was so fleeting, it seemed to be gone in just days,
I have now a lifetime of memories, declaring all my old ways;
A whole hall in heaven, reserved just for me,
Where frames of my deeds, were hung clearly to see;
They were horrid and shameful, and I knew every one,
They're a disgrace to me now, one I can't shun;
Then a man stood beside me and viewed the display,
All the awful I'd done, doing it all my own way;
That man waived his hand, and all the pictures dropped free,
He then said to me, "those deeds are forgiven, no more a burden they'll be;
I died on the cross so those old pictures you'd see,
Could never stay hung to incriminate thee;
Look no more to see your old hall of shame
For all is forgiven through the power of My name."
