His Blood Isn't Owned

As blood and water hit the ground,
Something changed - Life I found.
The lies that entangle,
The sin that enslaves,
Were not to be found on that glorious day!

Two-Thousand years later His blood still remains,
Freeing the prisoner and breaking the chains!
His body was broken not just for me,
Nor for the perferct or righteous you see.
He died for the sinners, the broken, recluse.
His blood isn't owned by just me or you.

He gave up his life upon that cross,
For Everyone, Everywhere, no matter the cost!
So listen up now and listen up well,
Now is the time, His story to tell!
It's up to us to carry our cross,
To the ends of the earth, to the broken and lost.