Red Blood
Red blood drips- dripping, running down the cross.
Never did we count nor could we imagine the cost of disobeying God.
Drip, drip sour mixes with the red.
Wounds too wicked upon His bare skin.
Forgive me Lord for not living t he life you gave me with more commonsense.
Eve... drip, drip the blood of atonement covers a poorly lit moon or was it a planet?
There hangs our Savior, our King upon the cross.
Oh what a mess, look what we all did to Him.
His love, drip- drip His blood... His blood pours down upon us even now.
Materializing into one of us, conviction is a given but set deeper by the fact that God
has taken back what was meant to always be His.
By the right of creation our most Holy Father would not abandon us.
We are a gift from a most loving Father to His beloved Son.
This Son loved us so much that He gave up His very own life's blood... to hide how
truly ugly, defective we became.
Now the Creator once again recognizes us as His beloved children who retain not a
blemish before His eyes.
A true valentine's thought - may the true love of God for yourself and others shine and
live in your hearts!
poem by S.E. Clark
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2014
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