Drops of Life

Sweat and blood mingle 
On the forehead of Christ
As the soldiers crown 
Him with a circlet if thorns
As He cries out in pain
He takes on the shame
And the penalty for all
Humanity has done
To put more space
Between us and God
Jesus stretches out
Both arms and lets nails
Pierce his flesh so 
His blood, His life
Can drip out for all
Who are willing 
To turn to Him
And run across the bridge
His sacrifice built 
Between us and God
We’re healed by His spilled
Drops of Life


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