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Read the Red

Read the red…
The blood He shed,
Poured out for me
At Calvary;
No greater love…
My Father’s heart
For His precious lamb
Wandering the dark
Alleys of life,
Laid as a trap,
He pursued and found
And brought me back
To the fold…
And while at odds with Him
And unaware,
He paid the price
For this wandering sheep;
He gave His life
To completely redeem
My own.
He bade me come
To His own home,
Though my sin caused His pain,
Though through my fault,
He was brutally slain;
His love was greater still,
And He chose to claim
Me as His very own child!

 

                                     A.D.W.

March 2007