Red River

You torment yourself day by day.
You never see the light of his grace.
You pretend to be fine as I find that one 'scratch'.
You pretend to not know where the red comes from.

I see you change day by day.
I see the light of his grace.
I find that one scratch, believing it to be just that.
I know not where the red comes from.

The day has come.
You are in the light of his grace.
The one scratch has led to a million more.
I know where the red river comes from.