Bleeding For Life
The ground was so soaked
Where His blood ran down the cross.
Dead but giving life!
The tree He was on,
God let grow for His Own Son
To die on, yet live!
The tomb on the hill
was just borrowed for week end.
Stone was rolled away.
On that third morning
A bright light glowed from within.
Jesus had risen.
Women came to see.
Death where is thy victory?
Grave where is thy sting?
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