little_butterfl
03-01-2008, 07:00 PM
Red is the blood
That was spilt for me
A beating red heart
Nailed to a dead tree
Sin had corrupted
The hearts of all men
Only pure blood
Will cleanse them again
On the third day
His dead heart beat
Pumping pure blood
To wash all men's sin
His beating heart
Is now beating in me
Without His pure blood
I could never be free
Red is the blood
Now flowing through me
That was spilt for me
A beating red heart
Nailed to a dead tree
Sin had corrupted
The hearts of all men
Only pure blood
Will cleanse them again
On the third day
His dead heart beat
Pumping pure blood
To wash all men's sin
His beating heart
Is now beating in me
Without His pure blood
I could never be free
Red is the blood
Now flowing through me