Age after age it exists-See the problem remain
It ever persists- this big ugly stain
The conscience arises our hearts to condemn
Destroys the disguises worn by profane men
Our hearts are defiled We shoulder the blame
This prodigal child still carries his shame
When will you learn that time takes its toll?
Where will you turn to harbor your soul?
The blood of Christ, The precious blood of Christ
This is the only place in life to turn for release
The blood of Christ, cleansing blood of Christ
The only place in death to turn to find real peace
Our conscience bears witness of our alien state
No merit no fitness to help us to rate
There is only one cleansing that will purify
There is only one ending that will satisfy
No matter the time no matter the age
No matter the crime, no matter the rage
The dark and defiled in judgment they’ll pay
To be reconciled, there is only one way
Purify my conscience, Purify my soul
I would serve the living God so come take control
The blood of Christ, The precious blood of Christ
This is the only place in life to turn for release
The blood of Christ, cleansing blood of Christ
The only place in death to turn to find real peace
Hebrews 9:14
November 30, 2024
Anthony Foster
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