Waiting to give blood once again
to see how healthy, I may be
The answer flowing in my blood
deep within, where no one can see.
Life depends on its constant flow
the heart of man dies when it's not there,
Much like love, it's the essence of life
intimacy in all that we share.
Blood stains the dirt beneath His cross
richness of life, discovered in each drop
The answer flowing in His blood
the shadows of death, with His love swap.