The Blood

The Blood,
That crimson flow.
The river of exhaustless cleansing that washes white as snow.

The Blood,
To cleanse from sin.
Nought else can take away the stain and cleanse the heart within.

The Blood,
That speaks so clear
Of cleansing to our God most Holy, and brings the sinner near.

The Blood,
Means Christ has died.
If e’er the sinner would be pardoned, the blood must be applied.

The Blood,
Cannot be priced.
Another’s blood could never satisfy our Holy God but Christ’s.

The Blood,
So vast it’s power.
The value of each precious drop out-poured remains unto this hour.