HOW DEEP IS THE OCEAN

HOW DEEP IS THE OCEAN

HOW DEEP IS THE OCEAN

By Mariane Holbrook

I dreamed my Savior took my hand; we walked by heaven’s shore.
I’d waited for this time with Him, this One whom I adore.
I listened as He told me of the plans He had for me;
‘Twas clear I’d not sit idly by for all eternity.

He asked me what would interest me, what things I’d like to do.
I answered, “What I want the most is just to be with You.”
He told me folks were busy here, they didn’t lie around,
But since I’d just arrived, to take my time to settle down.

I listened as He told me all that He’d prepared for me.
Since heaven was so vast there was much more for me to see.
We talked about my life since I’d received my Second Birth
And ministries that I’d enjoyed when I lived down on earth.

He said I’d serve in heaven and I’d reign with Him on high,
But as He talked I bowed my head and soon began to cry.
“I don’t feel I am worthy, Lord, to rule and reign o’er men.
When I was back on earth it seemed I sinned and sinned again.

“I’ve wondered how You could accept a sinful soul like me
To be Your bride, receive Your love so bountiful and free.
I did so much to cause You pain and wounded others, too.
I don’t deserve to be here, after all I’ve done to You.”

My Lord seemed puzzled, looked away, then finally He said,
“I don’t remember any sin; I see My bride, instead.
I shed My blood for all your sins; I’m not here to condemn.
Your sins are in the deepest sea and I’ve forgotten them.”

I laid my head upon His chest and tender was His touch.
I hadn’t realized til then how He could love this much.
To think He took my sins and hid them in a special spot,
A place so deep and far away that even He forgot.