Blood On the Ground

There was blood on the ground beneath a special man, a man who promised life but had to lose his first, a man who walked common as an uncommon king, beaten for living by example, killed for us -- because of us. Blood splattered on the soil while he suffered, blood caught in a simple cup while he was dying, blood smeared on crossed wood -- forever. The red blood of the Son seeping into the earth, the color of death [and of life] never forgotten, it came to pass -- and it must be, He has chosen the path for us... Sacred blood on the ground.