  It is the blood of Jesus, that can make you whole; He poured out His blood, for your living soul. He hung on the cross, in excruciating pain; Spilling His blood, for your everlasting gain. He was whipped and beaten, past black and blue; His blood rushed out, to cover me and you. Jesus shed His own blood, for you to be free; He gave His own life, so Satan would flee. Just remember the cross, and what it did bear; Jesus shed His own blood, and for you He does care. Copyright ©2001 Brenda Atkinson McMahon All Rights Reserved   
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