Blood to Grape Juice

From the beggining of time, I've fought for your innocence/

But tooth and nail isn't the force to clean your sins away/

And even when that stain, that blood stain, that you've convinced yourself to be no more than grape juice, is made to have never existed,/

You still fall back into the same fatal patterens like I never even came/

Almost insane the way I only forgive you/

Even when that mercy I laid down, flowing like blood would from a wound cause by./

Shattered glass and lead tips, ripping, stripping the flesh from bone/

Even when that mercy is shown, you reject it, for the sweet taste of grape juice/

The fermented concoction, cutting in this ceromony with its carnal coniving concequences/

Acusing you, and putting the weight, heavier than the Sun, than a million Suns/

That only, the one and only Son, I, could lift off of your back/

And as I make way for my return, My Advisor pathing the way/

I see that you've replaced My blood, for the sickening, decaying taste of grape juice/

And I hate to tell you, but it wasnt even grape juice in the first place/

You were injesting, digesting, blood/

Not of my sacred variety, no/

Only the blood of dead idols, that make you as dead as they/

Remember me in your time of need children. For I am making haste/

John 8:36 NIV