The Blood

Jackie Hill Perry

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Sinner, don't come around and sin for me
Don't come around and sin for me
Oh sinner, sinner, and you win

Yeah
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
How many sins, can't keep count how many need this fount?
Ain't found Him in a minute, I ain't even a prodigal
But the Father gon' have to get me, I don't know what's in me
Don't need a mirror to get it, I seen it up close
The pride, the envy, is sending me ghosts
They looking like Jackie before she was Lazarus, oh
You Martha to Mary to Him, tell ha to bury me then
Get 'em to wailing and telling the obituary
With The Perrys, wishing marriage, wet cherished
This Paris ain't French kiss this is America

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

It reaches the highest mountain and flows to the lowest valley
If I'm low, will He grab me?
In my soul is a valley of bones
Throw the stones, is He mad at me?
Roll the stone is it Jagger, see
Witnesses grinning and clapping for me
I'm grabbing the fleece and asking for peace
Man, I just wanna be free
Free from the pain, free from the stubborn stains
Free from the blemishes, free from the sinners with fangs
When is forgiveness arranged? Is it when sinners exchange?
Is it the minute we mention the Finisher's Name?
Is it the name? Isn't it finished?
The wage, isn't it paid?
Look at the difference He made

It reaches to the highest mountain, mhm
It flows to the low, lowest valley
The blood that gives me strength
From day to day
From day to day
It will never lose faith
It will never lose this blood