The Colour of His Blood

The colour was red

Of the blood that was shed

For me that blood was poured out

It is finished he said

And there hung his head

Hallelujah is all I can shout

And not for me alone

But for everyone

He did leave his heavenly throne

For the whosoever

And I dare say wherever

To provide us a heavenly home
 

 

For all people

Not just Israel

The universal colour is red

It is red that we see

When to Christ we flee

Who raises the spiritually dead

Spiritually dead in sin?

I implore, please come to him

And from your sin be set free

For we won’t escape

Hell’s eternal fate

If we ignore the Saviour’s plea

There’s power in his blood

Come now, you should

Don’t wait until it’s too late

Come to him now

And in penitence bow

Let him wipe clean your slate

I have made my point

Do come to the fount

Where that blood is flowing free

Efficacious indeed

To meet your every need

In this world and eternity

He was human too

And regardless of one’s hue

He came to save the lost

And the blood he shed

It was the colour red

The blood that stained Calvary’s cross

Stewart Russell (c) February 2019