Precious is the blood of Jesus,
now it runs in my own veins
it courses through my body
so in my heart, He may reign.
It pumps me full of grace,
as it flows into my soul
for by His stripes, I am healed
in His death, I'm made whole.
The crown of thorn trickles,
with mercies, I don't deserve
a life-saving transfusion
with an endless peace reserve.
Each bruise and every wound,
are the markings of my sin
they ooze and seep with love
so my heart, He could win.
The Cross represents,
everything that I should be
compassionate and forgiving
just like Jesus is with me!
53:5
King James Version
"But he was wounded for our
transgressions,he was bruised for our
iniquities: the chastisement of our
peace was upon him;and with his stripes
we are healed."