His Blood Has Never Dried
His Blood Has Never Dried
Written: by Miracle Man
12-20-2019
Each time I think of God’s sacrifice,
My thoughts are encapsulated by the cross.
God, finding no other who would suffice,
Gave us Jesus, without sin or dross.
Among creature food, being swaddled He lay,
For there was no room for Him in the inn.
To atone for mans sins he was born to pay,
Giving mankind an option of being born again.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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