I
ONE DARK NIGHT IN EGYPT A FEARFUL TIME HAD COME
FOR ONE LITTLE HEBREW BOY WHO WAS
HIS FATHER'S FIRSTBORN SON
WITH THE ANGEL OF DEATH PASSING LOW
IT WAS HARD TO FALL ASLEEP BUT ONE LITTLE LAMB
STOOD IN HIS MIND AS HE LAY THERE COUNTING SHEEP
HE WONDERED WHY THE YOUNG LAMB HAD TO DIE
WHY HIS BLOOD WAS ON THE DOOR
THRU THE WIND AND RAIN IT HAD STILL REMAINED
BUT HE WANTED TO BE SURE
SO HE CALLED OUT TO HIS EARTHLY FATHER
WITH A TREMBLING VOICE SO SCARED
CRYING FATHER WILL YOU PLEASE LOOK AND SEE
IF THE BLOOD IS STILL THERE
CHORUS
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 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
II
LOOKING OVER THE DAMAGE SATAN'S STORM HAD LEFT BEHIND
A FLOOD OF ENDLESS QUESTIONS DOUBT HAD FILLED MY MIND
THE FEAR THAT GRIPPED MY TROUBLED SOUL
BROUGHT ME BACK TO MY KNEES IN PRAYER
CRYING FATHER WILL YOU PLEASE LOOK AND SEE
IF THE BLOOD IS STILL THERE