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The River of Life
From the cross of Christ a river flowsA river of life from a life takenUnderneath that cross I knelt grasping his pierced feetAs the blood poured down over the crown of my headAnd I wept bitter tears for what my sins had doneI felt the slick blood washing over meI smelled his sweat and his…
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From the cross of Christ a river flows
A river of life from a life taken
Underneath that cross I knelt grasping his pierced feet
As the blood poured down over the crown of my head
And I wept bitter tears for what my sins had done
I felt the slick blood washing over me
I smelled his sweat and his bloodied body
The blood flowed over my own festering sores
Soothing them as it flowed over them
Healing my wounds by wounds he suffered
And washing away every blemish
Turning back and brushing the blood from my eyes
I can see a multitude
Speaking the languages of every tribe and nation
Washing themselves in the blood
Soothing the sores of sin till assuaged
His blood like a river flows
Washing away the sins of many
Come and be washed
In the cleansing blood of Christ
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