Communion

*Currently listening to: David Crowder's Lime CD*

Communion, Communion
What a blessed union
Of Father, Spirit, Son
And I becoming one
The precious blood of One
And body broken, too
To save the lowly sinner
To Him all praise be due
Purple stained brow
And thorns compose a crown
Bring to me this precious blood
That in it I may drown
Communion, communion
What a sacred union
Of fingertips in nail-scarred hands
I hang my head and lift my hands
Blood so costly, blood so pure
To face the cross and to endure
Father turned away His face
That You would grant unmerited grace
Scarlet feet, scarlet head
Hands that healed, hands that bled
What a beautiful, destined fate
That You would endure pain so great
To set my life ablaze
With Your wounded loving gaze
I bow unworthily
My Scarlet King