The water was red,
And run is what they said.
But that’s not how I was led.
For some reason, I laid in my bed.
There was a bloody storm coming,
But I just continued on with my humming.
My shutters started to rattle.
I could hear the stress of my cattle,
But it just sounded like prattle.
Cause I knew I’d win this battle.
The storm was there!
But there was something in me that didn’t care.
One thing came to mind as I got cozy.
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty.
Then no longer did I feel lonely.
Then my roof arose,
And the red water came close.
Then it hit my toes.
Then flooded up to my nose.
For some reason, I kept my pose,
Even though I started to decompose.
What was this?
The feeling of sweet abyss.
In fact, it wasn’t water.
It was like blood from a slaughter,
But felt like an alter.
An alter of reorder.
Then I wondered why they ran.
They should have gathered this in a can.
It wasn’t any old blood in a bin.
It was blood that whipped away sin!
This blood wasn’t a scene of horror.
It was blood from the Savior!