In the Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night, when I was writing in my sleep...

I sang a song and a poem appeared on paper.

Okay, so I guess technically it wasn't the middle of the night; it was about 3:15. And I guess technically, I wasn't asleep, since I turned on the lamp to drag out a pad and pen and write this poem. But you get the idea. I'm one of those crazy folks musicals are made for, who really do just burst into song while they're/I'm walking along. And sometimes what comes out is not very focused or good, but I think last night's inspiration turned out rather well, so I'm going to share it with you.

HOW BEAUTIFUL THE BLOOD

How beautiful the blood
Each scar a mark of love
Ev'ry bruise upon Your skin
Just goes to show You'd do anythin'
You'd give it all away
Just for the chance to save
No pain could be too great
No shame could too humiliate
There is no price You wouldn't pay
For me
For me

That's why
When I look at You, I see

How beautiful Your blood
Each scar a mark of love
Ev'ry bruise upon Your skin
Just goes to show You'd do anythin'
You'd give it all away
Just for the chance to save
No pain could be too great
No shame could too humiliate
There is no price You wouldn't pay
For me
For me

Just for me
For even me