WHEN THE LAMB'S BLOOD FELL
I
have never seen the scars,
that my
Jesus bore
nor
touched the crown of thorns, that my King once wore
I
did not feel the pain when He was nailed to the tree
nor
saw the tears He wept, on the road to Calvary
I
was not at His feet, when He bowed His head and died
no
I was not there as the spear pierced His side
many
before had died on the mount of the skull
but
my life began, when the Lamb's Blood fell
Yes
my life began when His precious blood fell
it
washed away my sin, saved this sinner from hell
no
I was not on the cross, but I was on His mind
His
undying
love has spanned the gulf of time
Many
years have passed since that dark and lonely hour
but
the Blood of the Lamb has never lost it's power
no
other man can equal what Jesus has done for me
He
saved my lost soul, and set this captive free
copyright,1995,
Richard D. Preston