Red Redemption
The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleased the Father, covered our disgrace.
How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb
to suffer for the souls of man
innocent, beaten, torn and scarred
healed by Your stripes from eternal harm.
Believe in the power of the blood
shed freely on that cross above
cleansed and forgiven when we believe
new life is given when we receive.
The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head.
Written 2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
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