This Blood – v2

There is a blood that cost a life,

That paid my way Death its price,

When it flowed down from the cross,

My sins were gone, my sins forgot.

There is a grave that tried to hide,

This precious blood that gave me life,

In three days He breathed again,

And rose to stand in my defense.

So I come to tell you He's alive,

To tell you that He dries

Every tear that falls,

So I come to tell you that He saves,

To shout and to proclaim,

That He's coming back for you.

There is a blood that sights the blind,

That heals the sick, the lonely finds,

It has the power to free the bound,

As chains they fall upon the ground.

So pour it out to cleanse my soul,

And let His liquid glory flow,

Because He lives to make me whole,

I owe my life, I owe my all.

What can wash away my sin?

Nothing, nothing.

What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood.

There is a grave that tried to hide,

This precious blood that gave me life,

But in three days He breathed again,

And rose to stand in my defense.

Yes, I come to tell you that He saves,

To shout and to proclaim,

That He's coming back for you.

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