Song | The Blood Song |
Artist | Kirk Franklin |
Artist | Crystal Lewis |
Artist | Donnie McClurkin |
Artist | Jaci Velasquez |
Album | The Rebirth of Kirk Franklin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Franklin | |
You have the power to make the seasons change | |
The river flows for | |
You, the wind whispers | |
Your nameFor me | |
You left Your throne and traded crown for thorns instead | |
I'm safe within not by | |
Your skin but because | |
Your blood was red | |
Some say You're black, | |
You're white, they question if | |
You're real | |
We treat You like we treat ourselves, | |
I wonder how | |
You feelTo see | |
Your children fight inspite of the tears for us | |
You've shed | |
Doesn't matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was red | |
For it's strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it's pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it's real enough to find me when | |
I'm lostGraet enough to die upon the cross | |
It doesn't matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was | |
We may be different but the | |
God we serve's the same | |
Yet every | |
Sunday we separate and bring the | |
Father pain | |
Your name is higher than any other yet | |
You took my place instead | |
And now my sins are washed away because | |
Your blood was red | |
For it's strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it's pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it's real enough to find me when | |
I'm lost |
zuo ci : Franklin | |
You have the power to make the seasons change | |
The river flows for | |
You, the wind whispers | |
Your nameFor me | |
You left Your throne and traded crown for thorns instead | |
I' m safe within not by | |
Your skin but because | |
Your blood was red | |
Some say You' re black, | |
You' re white, they question if | |
You' re real | |
We treat You like we treat ourselves, | |
I wonder how | |
You feelTo see | |
Your children fight inspite of the tears for us | |
You' ve shed | |
Doesn' t matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was red | |
For it' s strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it' s pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it' s real enough to find me when | |
I' m lostGraet enough to die upon the cross | |
It doesn' t matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was | |
We may be different but the | |
God we serve' s the same | |
Yet every | |
Sunday we separate and bring the | |
Father pain | |
Your name is higher than any other yet | |
You took my place instead | |
And now my sins are washed away because | |
Your blood was red | |
For it' s strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it' s pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it' s real enough to find me when | |
I' m lost |
zuò cí : Franklin | |
You have the power to make the seasons change | |
The river flows for | |
You, the wind whispers | |
Your nameFor me | |
You left Your throne and traded crown for thorns instead | |
I' m safe within not by | |
Your skin but because | |
Your blood was red | |
Some say You' re black, | |
You' re white, they question if | |
You' re real | |
We treat You like we treat ourselves, | |
I wonder how | |
You feelTo see | |
Your children fight inspite of the tears for us | |
You' ve shed | |
Doesn' t matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was red | |
For it' s strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it' s pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it' s real enough to find me when | |
I' m lostGraet enough to die upon the cross | |
It doesn' t matter what color | |
You are as long as | |
Your blood was | |
We may be different but the | |
God we serve' s the same | |
Yet every | |
Sunday we separate and bring the | |
Father pain | |
Your name is higher than any other yet | |
You took my place instead | |
And now my sins are washed away because | |
Your blood was red | |
For it' s strong enough to wash away my sins | |
And it' s pure enough to cleanse me deep within | |
And it' s real enough to find me when | |
I' m lost |