The Bloodstains that Never Fade
No love greater than His own, I will stand in the blood all alonemercy is what I wish to receive, through these pierced palms that bleed
I will embrace hatred no more, I will leave it at hells door, and I will run until my legs are sore. A sacrifice took place on a hill, this is where my Lord was killed. For Love His crimson blood was spilled.
The spilling of Crimson, the tides will wash away our sin and we will be white as snow. The Love of Christ we all shall know will show its true colors , and the crimson will never fade , the bloodstains are here to remain. Remain as a memory, the heart that suffered great tragedy will live again.
This beautiful crimson that stained a tree, is a reminder that I am free
This beautiful love there is none greater, A God of love , our precious savior
These are the bloodstains that never fade, they are here to remain
This is a promise that all would be saved, so give Christ your heart today
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