Blood of Christ
Blood of Christ did seep from every pore
as in Gethsemane he knelt to pray.
Who can know the suffering He bore?
He struggled; to His Father he did implore.
With crimson drops He all our sins did pay.
Blood of Christ did seep from every pore.
Can any have endured this labor more?
He agonized, and on his face dew lay.
Who can know the suffering He bore?
He wept and pled for man both rich and poor
while friends slept on, and one would soon betray
the blood of Christ, which seeped from every pore.
Even when His flesh with nails they tore,
'twas night when schemes of Satan he would slay.
No one knows the suffering He bore.
And we must not his martyrdrom ignore,
nor be as Pharisees with feet of clay.
Blood of Christ did seep from every pore.
Who can ever know the suffering He bore.
July 10, 2020
for Brian Strand's Strand Completely New (8)Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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