When I was looking to the Cross
When I was
looking to
the Cross
because I
shared a
sense of loss
I saw a
cause for
great alarm:
A tourniquet
on Jesus'
arm!
How dare prolong my Savior's pain and not allow his blood to drain!
Cutting off the source of healing, deadening all sense of feeling. Members live in
isolation saying that they know salvation. They'd sooner keep their suffering hidden,
ignoring what their Lord has bidden. Holding to religion's form, denying Jesus' power
as norm.
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How hard it
is to
intercede
when you
refuse to let
Him bleed!
In His blood,
your truth
confess,
and He will
give you
happiness.
You make it
seem there's
no release,
resisting all
my prayers
for peace.
You leave
me nothing
else to do
but love Him
more than I
love you.