What Sin?

It happened so long ago

And I cried out for mercy back then

I plead the blood of Jesus

Begged him to forgive my sin,

But I still can't forget it

It just won't go away,

So I wept again, "Lord wash my sin,"

But this is all He'd say.

What sin, what sin?

That's as far away

as the east is from the west.

What sin, what sin?

It was gone the very minute you confessed,

Buried in the sea of forgetfulness.

The heaviest thing you'll carry

Is a load of guilt and shame,

You were never meant to bear them,

So let them go in Jesus' name,

Our God is slow to anger,

Quick to forgive our sin,

So let Him put them under the blood,

Don't bring them up again,

Cause He'll just say,

Lord, please deliver me

from my accusing memory,

Nothing makes me weep this way,

Then when I hear you say.

Home