"The life is in the blood"
But this is the curse:
I see blood where it need not be!
Day after day it escapes to paint my hands
(my hands!)
an ominous shade of red.
Satan destroys what he cannot have.
So he's chosen to raze beauty,
cheapening the form of a feminine hand.
My hands!
I want them back, soft and able.
Ready to work, hold, and comfort.
Let life thrive within,
Let blood flow through my veins.
Let him not take what he cannot have.
By Grace this is my beauty, and by Grace these are my hands!
My hands!
Condemned devil, leave them alone.
"The life is in the blood"
And this is the truth:
I'm free because His covered me!
