Flow

by Alex Reece
(Fort Wayne, IN)

We remember the death, and the life he lived,
And all that flowed for the forgiveness he gives.
The blood that flowed down from the crown,
With the mocking voices echoing around.
The words that flowed, “Why do You forsake?”
And “Forgive those who know not my fate.”
The tears that flowed in the garden at night,
The tears that flowed in the scourging of Christ,
The tears that flowed for the thief to his right,
The tears that flowed from the Savior’s great fright.
The forgiveness that flowed mixed with the blood,
The tears, the love, all flowed from the Son,
Our sins flowed out and his forgiveness flowed in;
The powerful flow that never will end.