Have I forgotten the Lord, Jesus, has
walked thru here?
Or has it been such a lengthy time that
it is hard to remember?
Rose high His hand and smiled at me.
Lifted up His head and spoke to me.
Have I forgotten that the Lord, Jesus,
is not so far away?
Or is it such a distance that it is hard
for me to see?
Sat on a rock and touched my hand;
removed my youth and made me a man.
No, I have not forgotten all that.
The dust of time may antique it,
and the streamers of nations somehow
alter it,
and the thundering sounds of progress
hide it.
But I remember.