Like His Blood
Down comes the rain as did The Saviours blood;
cleansing while it's landing, every spot and stain.
Bringing forth a sparkle as did The Saviours blood;
leaving nothing but a shine, in the light of The Son.
Touching the dirty pain as touching the sick sinners soul;
making them whole forever, in the blood that Once was shed.
Redeeming and claiming the spots seemed hidden as the
ones whom He loves; bringing fruits of Jesus, as the rain; the fruits of spring.
Copyright © Rosemarie Schrock | Year Posted 2005
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