Washed in the Blood

Washed in the blood,

Crimsoned head to toe.

My Savior paid it all,

He made me white as snow.

Satisfied my debt, nailed it to the cross,

Appeased the Father’s wrath,

His life is what it cost.

Raised up on the 3rd, He was justified,

Along with all He represented.

That’s what it means to be in Christ,

Washed by the blood.

Now I’m singing ‘Abba Father’,

Born again by the Holy Spirit,

giving me Faith in Him.

How could it be Good News,

If it’s waiting on my action?

It’s Good News because salvation was already done.