His Precious Blood Still Flows Today
I'm so thankful that the sacrifice was given,
Jesus died that I could go on living.
Yes He loved me so much, I can still feel His touch,
He set me free, when He died on Calvary.
His precious blood, it still flows, and it's there for all those,
who will call upon the name of the Lord,
He will cleanse every sin, when we call upon Him,
His precious blood still flows today.
Thank You, Lord, You're still the same,
When I call upon Your precious name.
You will hear me when I cry, and be with me when I die,
So I'll trust in you precious blood today.
By Charles E. Fitzgerald 05/13/94 Lakeland, Florida
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