There I was on death row Guilty in the first degree Son of God hanging on a hill Hell was my destinyThe crowd was shouting crucify Could’ve come from these lips of mine The dirty shame was killing me It would take a miracle to wash me clean Then I read the red letters Felt like lightning hit my veins When I read the red letters For God so loved the whole wide world Thank You, God, for red letters |
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Be listening ALL DAY Monday, Tuesday & Wednesday for the ‘train whistle’ sound. When you hear it, text the word ‘train’ to 800-606-3299 for your chance to win 2 tickets to see Phil Wickham and Brandon Lake in Kansas City August 17th.