Painted Red

If I could not hold a pen
I would write of You on my heart instead
You have bought me with Your blood
And I am painted red by Your love

Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh

If I could not say a word
My life would speak of love I don't deserve
Hope means holding on to You
Grace means You're holding me too

Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh