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 .