In the cries of a lonely heart,  
where shadows linger and pain burns,  
a drop of crimson grace falls,  
washing the soul in gentle light.

The weight of the world,  
heavy on weary shoulders,  
is lifted, transformed,  
by a promise etched in love.

Through every tear,  
redemption flows,  
a river of hope,  
tender and pure.

In the embrace of the Son
freedom blooms,  
for in the blood of Jesus,  
we find our way home.