The Blood


The Blood

The blood ran down as the crown was applied.‎
Many laughed and few cried.‎

The stripes on his back made many weep,‎
But he never spoke or uttered a peep.‎

A walk down the road with a heavy load,‎
Paved the way to save my soul.‎

The spikes were driven both hands and feet,‎
His mission on earth was almost complete.‎

A few hours later death appeared,‎
Satan thought victory and lead with a cheer.‎

Three days later, the stone rolled away,‎
My sins were forgiven with the price he paid.‎

The blood that poured, cleansed me white as snow,‎
One day soon to Heaven I’ll go.‎

The price has been paid so what will you do?‎
Heaven or Hell is the choice for you.‎

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