The Record Book

If all the things you ever said,
Were written in a book;
And all your thoughts were on display,
So all could take a look:
I guess there’s not a living soul,
Who wouldn’t hang his head:
And feel ashamed before the Lord
And wish that he were dead.

There is a record book I’m told,
With every deed and word:
It even keeps the records of
Our thought and can’t be heard;
The good, the bad and every sin,
For nothing has been missed:
It really makes me feel ashamed,
To think what’s on my list.

And yet the pages of my past,
Shall never condemn me:
For Jesus nailed them to His cross,
One day at Calvary:
And now I stand in Him complete,
Redeemed from sin and strife:
And with His blood He wrote my name,
Down in the Book of Life.

~ Author Unknown