Love is the wound that bleeds
Love becomes the wound that bleeds
From nail pierced hands and wounded side
And breaks the bread and many feeds
And forms the shadow in which we hide
Love is the blow taken in my stead
The healing balm of Gilead
The narrow path that He has tread
That led Him on to Calvary
Love is the thorn that pierced His brow
And jagged stripes upon His back
He loved me so I know not how
Hell's hold on me began to crack
Love is the blow taken in my stead
The healing balm of Gilead
The narrow path that He has tread
That led Him on to Calvary
Love is the cry "I am forsaken"
This cry is heard before the throne
And in the valley the bones awaken
As love hangs there and dies alone
Love is the blow taken in my stead
The healing balm of Gilead
The narrow path that He has tread
That led Him on to Calvary
Love is the stone that is rolled away
The tomb that once was occupied
Now sees the light of a brand new day
The angels sang and they testified
Love is the blow taken in my stead
The healing balm of Gilead
The narrow path that He has tread
That led Him on to Calvary
Love has conquered hell and death
And healed the mortal wounds of man
Whose praises rise with every breath
And cover all of heavens span
Love is the blow taken in my stead
The healing balm of Gilead
The narrow path that He has tread
That led Him on to Calvary ............bro Frank