Memories Put Away

The memories You don’t let me remember,
Filled with suffering and all the pain,
Is a blessing You have given,
Protects me from that past that was written.

For you have never forgotten me,
From the child I was to the woman feeding on meat,
I do remember the first time, we did meet.

As a meer babe in a Sunday School class,
She was teaching about Noah,
And You spoke words of love to me,
From the painting on the wall of my Jesus to be…

Become my Savior,
My everlasting love,
Filled with unmeasurable greatness,
Who gave me wisdom, discernment, and forgiveness.

When they try to come and judge,
Throwing accusations my way,
About the past long forgotten,
You sweep those attacks away.

When in treacherous storm on the ocean,
You fight my battles with ease,
Waves and waves of grace flow,
Pouring out, making me glow.

The memories You don’t let me remember,
Filled with suffering and all the pain,
Is a blessing You have given,
Protects me from that past that was written.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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