His Blood Flows Free
He suffered the cross on Calvary's hill,
Where He died for all to save them from Hell.
There His blood ran down and His blood ran free
as He ransomed His Children on Calvary's tree.
From His nail scared hands and nail peirced feet
His whip torn flesh and a spear thrust deep,
A pure sacrifice, he willingly gave
His pure sinless life His children to save.
And only He could do it,
It could be no other one
To sacrifice redeeming blood
on that cross as God the Son.
No, no one else could do it
to pay the ransom price.
God alone must shed His blood
as a sinless sacrifice.
Copyright © Judy Radach | Year Posted 2012
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