Jamais Esquecerei

I was counted among those who go down to the pit
I was without strength to fight and to live
I was wounded with deadly wounds
And my fate was darkness and depths
I was distressed, close to death
Given up, solution was nothing to me
Solution was nothing to me

In the depths of the abyss, I looked up
I saw a man with the marks of the nails in his hands
Who smiled at me and healed my wounds
He reached out his hands, touching mine
He pulled me out of the abyss, called me son

I will never forget what Jesus did for me
I will never forget his crimson blood
I will never forget what Jesus did for me
I will never forget his crimson blood