Red Stain

I close my eyes in darkness and see You on that hill
Arms outstretched upon the cross, maybe I can save you still..
I race with anticipation to see my King alive,
Remove the stakes drilled in His hands,the spear that's in His side.

A few more yards ahead of me, hold on I'll get you home
I reach the feet of Jesus-It's just Him and me alone.
I raised my head to meet His eyes-is there life in the Fathers son?
Only death surrounds His blood drenched limbs, clearly-it is done.

The crown of thorns still on His head, blood stained down His face
Countless wounds along His back, the whips had left their trace.
Hands now ripping open from the stakes they pounded in-
All to the man who lived his life free of earthly sin.

I reached to touch the feet of Christ, steel and flesh entwined,
Then fell upon my knees in tears-sorrow, defeat combined.
A drop of something on my neck, I smeared it with my hand,
The blood of Christ was on my flesh-I began to understand.

There was nothing I could ever do to change what God had planned,
His perfect life was shed through blood-the sacrificial lamb.
His blood now covers over my sin-He took the place for me
No longer separate from our God-we can walk in victory.

I raised my head and He was gone-an empty cross up on a hill,
Death could never hold Him, prophecy now fulfilled.
My eyes had now been opened, the red stain I couldn't lift
His grace and love poured out for us, His death our biggest gift.

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