He is casting His lasso way up in the sky
His rope of mercy circling in the air
Let its noose fall on you when it comes your way
For He wants to catch you in its circle there
Chorus
He is casting His lasso
Casting it for me and you
His branding iron will seal us for His own
The mark of blood is His brand
Let Him apply it with His hand
Showing all the world that you are His alone
He is casting His lasso, casts it far and wide
Only the Rancher knows where it will fall
It may come upon you, be ready to be roped
Keeping your ears open for His cattle call
Chorus
He is casting His lasso but some day no more
Will the mercy rope circle with His love
His brand marks His own who are ready to go
With the Rancher and to the great corral above
Chorus
Colin Moffett
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