So many questions,
that are asked,
To help the doubting heart find faith,
They look for the blueprints of the past,
They want to test the DNA,
They want proof of who He is,
The truth of His existence,
Sometime it's as close as the heart,
Sometime it seems that some find it dark,
and they can't see Him in the distance,
They want His prints,
and His generic makeup,
They need to make sense,
Of the wine from the cup.
They open the tomb,
of the empty room,
and want to test His blood,
Just like we test His love.
His imprinted body is the proof,
The Bible is the truth,
Jesus was crucified,
He wnt to the cross and died,
A spear in the heart,
He rose from the dark,
Others that He loved,
Saw Him rise above,
I was saved by the blood,
with The DNA,
My sins are paid
I found through faith,
I am saved,
My path is paved,
By the blood,
of Jesus's DNA,
No questions asked,
I have the truth at last,
My sins are cast,
So far into the past,
On that cross,
is where my sins lay.
I have the proof.
Jesus is the truth.
His love was there,
My sins are covered by the blood,
Of Jesus's DNA.