Judy Radach Poet Rhyme

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.

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