Trickling down from outstretched hands, Slowly staining Calvary’s sands, Every drop of red Drip Drip Dripped As the Saviour bled. Love so rich, one drop of grace Covered sins of every race. Full, enough, and more. Drip Drip Dripped. Who knew love before?
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