Precious Blood

When blood is all you ever see

The day to day becomes familiarity

We avert our eyes from His wounded side

But Emmanuel's veins are opened wide.

This is the precious blood I plead

This is the blood of the woman's seed

The anointed one on the altar is bound

His blood is falling on the ground.

Now precious blood of priceless worth

Is covering the dust of earth

From the bread of heaven flows new wine,

Anointing men with its flow divine

The seed that dies shall soon arise

As the blood  flows  the vine still grows

The lifeblood that was spilt on earth

Flows from above to give new birth.

This is the precious blood I plead

This is the blood of the woman's seed

The anointed one on the altar is bound

His blood is falling on the ground.

Now precious blood of priceless worth

Is covering the dust of earth

From the bread of heaven flows new wine,

Anointing men with its flow divine

Anthony Foster

April 12, 2006