Wednesday, April 26, 2017


Your blood turns black to white
Your love turns wrong to right

Your peace calms storms without and within
Your joy enables the weak and worn to win

Your truth sets the captives free
Your hand makes blind eyes see

Your blood is a miracle cure
Offering healing, making men pure

I trust in You with all my heart
You turn my trouble into art

Your blood ran down the cross
Salvation’s gift can save the lost

Your blood redeemed me as a slave
I’ve now risen with you from the grave

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