Our Saviour hung there on that cross

Beaten, whipped and bruised.

Nails through both hands and feet

Yet He knew what He must do.

A drop of blood fell to the ground

Too small to recognize.

Yet this drop of blood called called out my name

As it mixed with tears from my eyes.

Another drop falls.

And before it can even touch the soil

A debt was paid in full.

My sin erased by his toil.

Then another drop is shed

And heaven buckles in pain.

Angels fight back the tears

As the Father's power is restrained.

Drop after drop it came

Til there was left no more.

A whole world was washed in blood

Forgiven, forever more.

Some had blood in their heart.

It stained both woman and man.

A few had blood on their faces.

All had blood on their hands.

Such a small amount - only a few pints

But still, the price must be paid.

Yet it covered every man and woman since born.

With the power of His blood,

He redeemed our souls that day.

Pastor Tony D. Scearce

Copyright 2006