Yours in the blood that's let to set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lover's heart
the one called Christ the thief has torn apart,
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.
At mid of night when sings His dying song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams, and through His breast,
straight to His heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps us living faint and strong
and begs out for His firm and loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
The price is paid, no one is left behind,
We'll enter all, if we've a mind,
To let the love of Jesus bring it on,
Through darkest night, to wakening of dawn,
When lights His day, like one we've yet to find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the Doylestown Poet