~The Blood Is Still There~

I woke up singing the chours of this song this morning:

One Dark Night In Egypt
A Fearful Time Had Come
For One Little Hebrew Boy
Who Was His Father's First Born Son
Now With The Angel Of Death Passing Low
It Was Hard To Fall Asleep
But One Little Lamb Stood In His Mind
As He Laid There Counting Sheep
He Wondered Why The Lamb Had To Die
Why His Blood Was On The Door
Through The Wind And Rain
It Had Still Remained
But He Wanted To Be Sure
So He Called Out To His Earthly Father
With A Trembling Voice So Scared
Crying Father Will You Please Look And See
If The Blood Is Still There

~
He Said Son Now Don't You Worry
For The Blood Is There To Stay
The Wind May Blow And The Rain May Fall
But It Won't Just Wash Away
The Blood Will Stand The Raging Storm
It's Been Applied With Loving Care
Safe Secured You Can Rest Assured
That The Blood Is Still There

~
Looking Over The Damage
Satan's Storm Had Left Behind
The Flood Of Endless Questions
Now Had Filled My Life
The Fear That Gripped My Troubled Soul
Brought Me Back To My Knees In Prayer
Crying Father Will You Please Look And See
If The Blood Is Still There
~

He Said Son Now Don't You Worry
For The Blood Is There To Stay
The Wind May Blow And The Rain May Fall
But It Won't Just Wash Away
The Blood Will Stand The Raging Storm
It's Been Applied With Loving Care
Safe Secured You Can Rest Assured
That The Blood Is Still