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| Crimson Tide |
| Crimson tide; flowing wide Plunging deep within The rising flood of Jesus' blood It cleansed my soul from sin At the cross; see the loss Of that crimson flow From Jesus' side; gaping wide From a sword's cruel blow Chorus Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am It washed my sins away Crimson tide; flowing wide Sinners bathe in it today His hands impaled and roughly nailed To that centre tree Thorn crowned head; dripping red And there He died for me He arose again; so that we then May know the cleansing purge Of blood drops red; that were shed And from His side did surge Colin Moffett |
A good friend of mine; Martin Moore; composed the tune
for this poem and recorded it on a Gospel CD of his
called "THE PERFECT GIFT"
for this poem and recorded it on a Gospel CD of his
called "THE PERFECT GIFT"
Thank You for
visiting and
listening. We
hope you were
blessed by this
song as we are.
To visit Colin's
website and
read more of his
wonderful
poems click this
address:
Colins Poems
visiting and
listening. We
hope you were
blessed by this
song as we are.
To visit Colin's
website and
read more of his
wonderful
poems click this
address:
Colins Poems
| Crimson tide; flowing wide Plunging deep within The rising flood of Jesus' blood It cleansed my soul from sin At the cross; see the loss Of that crimson flow From Jesus' side; gaping wide From a sword's cruel blow Chorus Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am It washed my sins away Crimson tide; flowing wide Sinners bathe in it today His hands impaled and roughly nailed To that centre tree Thorn crowned head; dripping red And there He died for me He arose again; so that we then May know the cleansing purge Of blood drops red; that were shed And from His side did surge Colin Moffett |