The Blood of Jesus


What a mess I am
For God surely had a better plan
But I gave into the devil
And I became a coward of a man
My disobedience bound me
In the depths of hell
What a mess I am
How I need the blood of Jesus
The sweet blood of Jesus
Shed for you and me
To remove the stain of sin
Oh how blessed I am
That Jesus left the other 99 sheep
To go find a wayward Sheep like me.
By God's Grace at Calvary
There can now be less and less of me
And more of Jesus within me.
Oh how sweet the Blood of Jesus.

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