CRIMSON

Crimson is the color of the blood

shed for you and me

Shed two thousand years ago

on a hill called Mt. Calvary

God showed His love

and His Grace

To us --

an undeserving race

He left us here to be

His arms to give hugs,

His feet to go and tell

of His love to a lost and

dying world

.

Crimson is the color of the rose

that grows as an expression of

His love for us

He tells us to share

this good news we bare

to all the world

that He cares

He's gone up above

to make us a home up there

He sent His Spirit

to us here below

So that we might share

of His love from there

in Glory

So as we're here below

its our job to tell others

of His love so pure and

of Heaven so bright

While we're here

we have to tell the story

of Christ's love

and our home with Him in Glory

.

If we won't share of this love

then who will

It's our job as God's sons and daughters

to share the story of what happened to His Son

on a Cross over two thousand years ago

While we're here we must share

So we won't be held responsible

for friends and loved ones

We don't want them to hell

so we must tell them the Gospel

God wants us to tell our friends

here below

of Him up above

He was beaten and bruised and killed

due to His love for us

but we won't tell

the story of His love

how He left His home above

Or a walk up a street called

Galgatha on His way to His death

He didn't complain

only pray for God's will to be done

Crimson is the color of the blood
shed for you and me
Shed two thousand years ago
on a hill called Mt. Calvary

How often do we forget the price

He paid for us--

It was His life

due to His love for us

.

I don't know what he is to you

but to me He's Master,

Savior, Friend, Comforter,

Lord, King, Prince of Peace,

Ruler of my heart, Rose of Sharon,

Bright Morning Star,

He's my all and He's my everything.