The Blood Is Still There

One dark night down in Egypt
A fearful time had come
For a young Hebrew boy who was
His father's first-born son
With the angel of death soon passing through
It was hard to fall asleep
Then one little lamb stuck in his mind
As he lay there counting sheep

He thought of why the young lamb had to die
And why its blood was on the door
Through the wind and rain did it still remain
He wanted to be sure
So he called out to his father
With a trembling voice so scared
Crying "Father please, will you look and see
If the blood is still there"

And he said, "Son now don't you worry
For the blood is there to stay
The wind may blow and the rain may fall
But it just won't wash away
The blood will stand the raging storm
It's been applied with loving care
Safe, secure, you can rest assured
That the blood is still there

Looking over all the damage
The storm had left behind
A flood of endless questions
And doubt had filled my mind
Then fear that gripped my troubled soul
Brought me to my knees in prayer
Crying "Father please, will you look and see
If the blood is still there"

And he said, "Son now don't you worry
For the blood is there to stay
The wind may blow and the rain may fall
But it just won't wash away
The blood will stand the raging storm
It's been applied with loving care
Safe, secure, you can rest assured
That the blood is still there

Safe, secure, you can rest assured
That the blood is still there