FORSAKEN
Forsaken, was our Savior,
When He hung upon a cross.
Forsaken, felt comrades,
As they thought all was lost.
Forsaken, we may feel,
When someone lets us down.
Forsaken, when we think,
They do not want us around.
Forsaken and betrayed
By those we trust most;
We will not be forsaken,
By the Holy Ghost.
Forsaken, by the world,
That is so steeped in sin.
Our God will not forsake us,
He whispers, "Welcome in!"
Freda Fullerton
September 2, 2013
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