So many different religions and so many different churches, and if god really
Loves me, then why does life keep hurting me?
If you've ever asked any of these questions, well my friend i've got the answer, just listen.

You have the power to make the seasons change.
The river flows for you; the wind whispers your name.
For me you left your throne, and traded crown for thorns instead.
I'm saved within, not by your skin, but because your blood was red.

Some say you're black, you're white, they question if you're real.
We treat you like we treat ourselves.
I wonder how you feel, to see your children fight, in spite the tears for us you shed.
Doesn't matter what color you are, as long as your blood was red, for its.

Strong enough, to wash away my sins.
Pure enough, to cleanse me deep within.
Real enough, to find me when i'm lost.
Great enough, to die upon the cross.
Doesn't matter what color you are, as long as your blood was red.

We may be different, but the God we serve's the same. yet every sunday we
Separate, and bring the Father pain.
Your name is higher than any other,
Yet you took my place instead.
Y ahora mis pecados son limpios, because your blood was red.

Strong enough, to wash away my sins.
Pure enough, to cleanse me deep within.
Real enough, to find me when i'm lost.
Great enough, to die upon the cross.
Doesn't matter what color you are, as long as your blood was red.

Oh, precious is the flow.
That's makes me white as snow.
No other fount i know.
Doesn't matter what color you are, as long as your blood was red.
Doesn't matter what color you are, as long as your blood was red.
Doesn't matter what color i am, as long as my blood was red.

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