Red Redemption
The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleasing the Father, covering 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 upon that cross above
for by it we're forgiven if we truly believe
new life to be given if we truly receive.
The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head.
Written on 5/29/2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
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