Do you see my blood flow?
Do you understand?
How can I be here standing
Unless it is by Jesus' hand
His life He gave up for me
His blood spilled into the sand
That I might be redeemed
Just as our dear Lord planned
How can I be here standing
Unless it is by Jesus' hand
His life He gave up for me
His blood spilled into the sand
That I might be redeemed
Just as our dear Lord planned
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