In the cries of a lonely heart,
where shadows linger and pain burns,
a drop of crimson grace falls,
washing the soul in gentle light.
The weight of the world,
heavy on weary shoulders,
is lifted, transformed,
by a promise etched in love.
Through every tear,
redemption flows,
a river of hope,
tender and pure.
In the embrace of the Son
freedom blooms,
for in the blood of Jesus,
we find our way home.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC
In the cries of a lonely heart,
where shadows linger and pain burns,
a drop of crimson grace falls,
washing the soul in gentle light.
The weight of the world,
heavy on weary shoulders,
is lifted, transformed,
by a promise etched in love.
Through every tear,
redemption flows,
a river of hope,
tender and pure.
In the embrace of the Son
freedom blooms,
for in the blood of Jesus,
we find our way home.
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