Crimson While It Bleeds.

Love, as we have seen it hanging from a tree, surpasses the human body, world and galaxies.

Love, as we have known it crimson while it bleeds, sees strength, might and power when Hell has knocked you on your knees.

Love, as we understand it rust through your wrists, in a moment's time, the weight of your sin it lifts. 

Love, as we have seen it thorns through your skin, is the endless source of grace washing our filth over and over again.

Love, as we have witnessed wounds upon your back, will never see you, not one day, in your position of lack. 

Love, as we have known in naked, bloody shame, every second of every hour makes Righteousness your name.

Love, as you have heard it forgiving from the cross, gives back every moment your sinful blindness lost.

Love, as you have seen in purple mockery, screams that if you're free then you are free indeed!

Love, as we have seen it dying by choice, has given you this day a holy, blameless voice.

Love, as you have known rising from the grave, makes no hesitation on your soul to save.

Love, as you have heard seated on a throne, refuses to leave you or forsake you. You are never alone.

Love, as you have seen it hanging from a tree, has its arms wrapped around you for all eternity.

Love, as we have heard in crimson bloody stains, despite our imperfection permanently remains.