The Blood of Jesus
Oh the blood, the blood, how can I ever forget?
The blood that washes me, clothes me, takes away my all regrets.
It is essential in my life, I cannot live without its power.
It comforts me and loves me and constrains me forever.
Some people say the blood of Jesus is archaic, old,
a bygone message, a story that has already been told.
But to me it is present, it is alive for evermore. Teaming with life,
one drink from this river compels me to come and drink more.
It is so rare to hear the cry of the blood that was spilled,
principalities and powers war, they fight to suppress and conceal.
Yet demonic control is no match for Jesus blood,
which offers free will to all instead.
To see it and hear it pour out from my
Maker's heart. To watch for an hour, to know the peace it imparts.
Victorious alone is Christ blood for me, oh what it cost my savior to believe.
I have nothing to add to His faith that took Him to Calvary
but surrender my will that I might also see what He sees!
~ Stephanie Z
The blood that washes me, clothes me, takes away my all regrets.
It is essential in my life, I cannot live without its power.
It comforts me and loves me and constrains me forever.
Some people say the blood of Jesus is archaic, old,
a bygone message, a story that has already been told.
But to me it is present, it is alive for evermore. Teaming with life,
one drink from this river compels me to come and drink more.
It is so rare to hear the cry of the blood that was spilled,
principalities and powers war, they fight to suppress and conceal.
Yet demonic control is no match for Jesus blood,
which offers free will to all instead.
To see it and hear it pour out from my
Maker's heart. To watch for an hour, to know the peace it imparts.
Victorious alone is Christ blood for me, oh what it cost my savior to believe.
I have nothing to add to His faith that took Him to Calvary
but surrender my will that I might also see what He sees!
~ Stephanie Z
