Saturday, January 15, 2011

O Precious is the Flow

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What can wash away my sins?
What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus

No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

What can fill my empty arms?
Now by this I will overcome
Now by this I will reach my home

Nothing but the blood of Jesus

It’s what I have
I look around me and I see pain, broken hearts, and abandonment.
I look to find relief – it’s no where.
The pain just enflames. Cuts, sears brings down
Crying out to heaven searching for relief
Holding onto a thin thread of survival
Heart wrenching – pulling apart
No solution, no comfort

Time, obedience, walking, looking, waiting
Where is my hope?
My relief?
What arms?

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
The Love that was spilt
The pain that was endured
The promise shown

Evidence of love

Amidst the pain – nothing but the blood of Jesus
It’s the only thing that can reach that deep.
Everything else comes short

What will reach into my bleeding soul?
Will reach me .. where I live .. in my soul
It reaches past the pain

A gift
A savior comes
He loves me.
Warm, true, real eternal
My hope, my righteousness
My relief, my only true -soul depth- healing balm
The blood of Jesus

Now by this I’ll over come
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Glory .. this I sing .



1 comment:

Elisa Mary Abele said...

This is BEAUTIFUL!!!!

i love you :)

I see from a human stand point