He Shed His Blood For Me

He shed His blood for me, a crimson tide, Washing over the shores of sin and despair. A sacrificial lamb, in love He died, His grace is a bridge to the Father’s care. Each drop a promise, a covenant sealed, Flowing like rivers of mercy and light. In His wounds, the broken are healed, A beacon of hope in the darkest night. Through this sacrifice, my soul is set free, For He shed His blood, a gift for me.