The Red Crucifix
Blood drips down the hands
of the Savior who is filled in body brands
He, who died for You
Is the one that is stoned until turned black and blue
with His love pouring out
faster than his liquid, should give You no doubt
that he is Jesus
the one that love and freed us
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