For as long as I can remember

The streets have run with blood.

It runs through our roads like a river

Mixing with all of our mud.


After all of the lambs that we've slaughtered

You seem only farther away.

Our atonements and sprinklings are outward;

All our guilt and our burdens still stay


And hang

Like the curtain of scarlet and purple and blue

Covering you.


"Give me a body!" you cried.

"Open your body," the Father replied.

So you opened it wide.


Without lifeblood there is no forgiveness

So he sent you with sapphire veins.

The Word became flesh dwelt among us

To buy what our bulls' blood can't gain.


Here

Is a word that is generous, flawless, and true

Spoken by you.


"Give me a body!" you cried.

"Open your body," the Father replied.

So you opened it wide.


Your blood rushes down in a river.

I will sit with a cup at your feet

To collect for my thirsty soul water

And drink of the purest spring, fresh and so sweet.


Here

Is a sacrifice precious, sufficient, and true,

Worthy of you.


"Give me a body!" you cried.

"Open your body," the Father replied.

So you opened it wide.


May I pass through your wide open body

As we passed through the red parted sea

To the seat of your mercy so bloody

And drown in your deep, deep, deep, deep love for me


And be

Hidden in scarlet and purple and blue,

Woven into you.