The Martyr's Blood

What evil lurks within the walls, of Christendom

What evil spirit, rules the hearts of men

That they would be so cruel, as to break the golden rule

And to sacrifice, the lives, of their children

Is this the kind of spirit, Martin Luther saw

That would burn a man, for wanting to be free

From the wages of his sin, that fans the flames within

And consumes the likes of those, like you and me

The seed is sown, and watered, with the martyr's blood

That nourishes the ground, in which it grows

To fill the earth with knowledge, of the laws of God

The tree of life will blossom, like a rose

What kind of Man, would give his life, so willingly

To make atonement, for the wrongs we've done

What kind of love is this, when betrayed with a kiss

Would pay the price of sin, for everyone

For this is why, the Lamb of God was crucified

To bear our guilt and shame, on Calvary

Rejected and alone, and bleeding to the bone

He gave His life, for those, like you and me

The seed is sown, and watered, with the martyr's blood

That nourishes the ground, in which it grows

To fill the earth with knowledge, of the laws of God

The tree of life will blossom, like a rose

The tree of life will blossom, like a rose

The tree of life will blossom, like a rose

Written by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory