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
Near two thousand 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