The wooden cross was stained crimson red
As the Man of Sorrows screeched and bled,
The offender’s heart leaped with joy to know
That scarlet sin had turned whiter than snow.
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Thank God for His Son, thank Jesus for His blood to bring about our salvation. Great poem Hannington.