The thread which was strung
From beginning to end
Will never be broken
And will always mend.
It started with Adam
As he slaughtered that lamb
The blood that was shed
Was poured out for man.
Like a fragment of crimson
It travels through time
Connecting all men
To Someone divine.
The thread, it is scarlet
And it binds up our sin
When connected to Jesus
We are destined to win.
This rope of redemption
Is connected to all
And when tied to His mercy
Not a child will fall.
The sinner can doubt it
And others may sneer
But even to them
The thread, it runs near.
Its cleansing is perfect
Its work is all done
And it ties us to Jesus
Who is God’s only Son.
Don’t doubt your redemption
Its color is red
It holds us together
The blood, that’s the thread.