If you had never walked on water
You would still be my father
If you had never raised a begger
I'd still want to love you better

I didn't see lazerus' grave
I didn't know the leper you saved
I only recieved te gift you gave

That blood says better things
than the hammer rings
than the whip stings

than the pain it brings
than the anguished screams.  That ushered your cleansing love to me.

Not with corruptible things like silver and gold,

Not with wisdom of men, we’re told

But blood, rare precious blood, innocent gracious blood.

Perfect pioty stains the tree where he gave it all to me.