There was no lifeline through family blood,
no promises passed on through prayer.
Only the bloodline from His past.
A scarlet thread,
bound and wound together,
a cord with the color of life,
made by a weaver who dyed it red with blood.
Woven with the loom of love,
a lifeline coming my way,
thrown over the wall,
bright enough for me to see,
alone and far away like the spies in Jericho.
I saw the sign,
Salvation let down from Heaven
Like a life ring through the air.
I held on tight, He took me in
and salvation came that day.
No earthly reason why I should be saved,
But for God, sending a sign to me,
A wanderer in the land of Jericho.