Below is the poem entitled Transfusion which was written by poet
Ligon. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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In stillness and silence, I hold it all in.
The dirt and disease underneath my skin,
born of the fall, and wrought from sin,
My blood is filthy, in need of transfusion.
My life is stale, full of disillusion.
Jesus' blood is pure and lively.
Have I asked Him today to dwell inside me?