On to the mighty fence they ran
Where Onward Glory seems to stem
The cloth of Gold before them lay
Where Crimson stains of blood portray,
The mighty powers that were shed that day.
This leader of the so called pack
Was running hard, his shell attacked
Stealth as such and old as time
The leader and his pack declined
The fleece of Gold, this Lamb did wear
The roaring crowds, for Him they failed
Yet in Glory that no man could see
He shed His blood for you and me
He rose to take away the throne
The Leader of this pack did own
The mighty wind rose in one accord
The powerfull beast was de-throned
Upon the alter lay the blood
Of one so special called the Son
The beast of old, no longer rules
The old the broken or confused
In Mighty Victory stood the Lamb
With robes of scarlet near His hand
The leader of the pack laid Low
God watches His children as they grow.
Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
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