Consider this title for all its worth
this is the Son of God, Jesus, the only one
He took our sins to Calvary's cross
there, He paid the ultimate price as God's son
Jesus became our substitute in our place
we should have paid it instead of Him
but out of His abundant love so priceless
He took our judgment right over the brim
But God the Father raised Him up
three days later, death's power was beat
this same Jesus walked again on earth
proving He is God, so bow at His mercy seat
Then Jesus ascended to His Father's side
there interceding on our behalf there
eternally in that place till He returns
for His elect under the holy Spirit's care
Come and celebrate our Thanksgiving
to this Lord Jesus, our great love
be eternally grateful for His faithfulness
His grace, His mercy, which came from above
Thank Him for His blessed shed blood
that covers our sins, blotting them out
bringing His imputed righteousness upon us
so not one sin can the Father eternally count
Praise the holy name of Jesus
God's lovely son forever, amen!
never forget all that He has done
glorious in His name, my forever friend
Blessed are those who are pure in heart because they will see God. Matt: 5: 8
What is a pure heart?
Have you ever thought about that statement made by Jesus
Have you ever thought how can I as a sinful human ever be pure of heart
It is too deep, too painful and too scary isn't it
I have given it some thought and
I find that the only way is through the shed blood of Jesus Christ
I have put my trust in Him
I am having to rely on Him more and more
I hope you have as well
God bless you and keep you
To write or not to write
Is that not the question
Whether to shed blood
In guise of metaphor
Or curl the tainted words
Ball-like upon the floor
To cast the spell of rhymes
Quick dancing step
Upon a metered cadence
Without breath
NAY, we must shout
ALAS, lest chaos reign
Within despondent hearts
Such folly fain
To be or not to be
T’was ne’er the quest
Perhaps with tongue in cheek
The Bard did jest
Love is desire
the name
the lust
the passion
the fire
the burning of the ashes as required
Sin is everyone
even when we were born, the mother's womb is the reason
why pain is born
On earth as it is in heaven
we fight among each other as our sin shed blood
among together
Darkness is us, as corruption is the world
allowing sin to breathe among our flesh
as flesh don't have a color in this world.
A time,
that we celebrate two hundred fifty years
A time,
filled, with sweat, shed blood, and tears.
A time,
when many answered their country’s call.
A time,
when many, were required to give their all
A time,
when many were called to fight in foreign wars
A time,
for beach landings on some far away shores
A time,
that I see “an arouse my memory” parade
A time,
for remembering the price many have paid.
Raining Bombs
Why do strangers shed blood?
Open waters, there's another flood.
War against their own brothers.
Weapons used to hurt others.
Where do we run too?
The war has been measured to you.
Fight to survive.
Stand tall for one life.
The sky is raining bombs.
What is the point of this when too many will fall?
The sky is on fire.
Sadness is in the air.
Not one stone will be on top of the other.
Everything has fallen in 24 hours.
The ultimate war will never end.
Through the smoke we all need a friend.
A nightmare has begun.
Pull them out of the rubble and lend a hand.
You can’t bury the dead.
Our enemy must pay for what they did.
I pray over those who are gone.
This is your 9/11, we have a bond.
Hold up a candle to remember the lost.
Walk with me and take up the cross
My freedom’s high cost
was shed blood of the fallen,
starting at the cross.
Bloodthirst
Put the pen to paper.
Soon your life will vapor.
It’s just an old story.
The floor creaks underneath me.
Survive another nightmare in the night.
No place to run or hide.
Everything seems to be so real.
Death at your door, let's make a deal.
All dust shall return.
You can’t escape but only burn.
Blood rains from the sky.
Bewildering, you must survive.
It’s just a creepy house on the left.
Lay face down bleeding to death.
Become worm food in the cold dirt.
Your rosary can’t save you, I’m sure.
The sky is burning orange ash in a haze.
Descent far below, all memories will fade.
Don’t ask for help, this was the choice you made.
You never listened to me anyway.
Shed blood through pain.
Through grief there is no shame.
I can’t save you from your own misery.
This is Dracula ready to feed.
The death of Jesus could not stop His resurrection
The pain He experienced could not stop His Glory
His purpose brought His passion and
The love of the Father restored our souls
It was Friday, but Sunday was coming
The Blood of Jesus cleanses our sins and
The Resurrection gave us the Holy Spirit
It was the day when He laid down His life
It was the day when He finished the task
It wasn't easy, but He finished it
It was Friday, but Sunday was coming
Jesus died on the cross
Through His shed blood, our sins are forgiven
He was willing to give His life
So that we could have a life!
He died so that we could get back
The kingdom that man lost in the beginning!
The death of Jesus could not stop His resurrection and
Now He is Alive Forevermore!
Mark Frank
Copyright © Mark Frank 2025
New Day, a drop of rain
Falls down from the lowest heaven;
Elohim rains down on me;
Every drop cool drop of glistening
Father showers me, covers me spiritually and physically
Has set me abundantly free;
Wet shed blood His Son died for me;
Water touch my heart keep me growing;
Water touch my soul, keeps me glowing
Water touch my spirit, keep me ever near you
What rain is this, which helps me grow?
O’ what a rain that we should know;
Water’s rain cleanse us…
New Day drops of rain
Keep us moist covered, saturate us all, sisters and brethren;
Where were you?
____the days were dark
abyssal nights
Swallowing my love
when his soul was leaching;
fading into nothing
Where were you?
when he lied on his head,
stood with his tongue
and shed blood;his eyes
Pleading for mercy
in the filthy hands of devii
where was thy Divine power?
__spring of eternal water
for the thirst of soul
when his tongue was dry
Darting in and out
Counting seconds for him
to leave the earth
where were thy eagle eyes?
that watch thy lamb's feet
... ground they step on
and whatsoever comes forth
where were thy sharp ears?
when he was groaning
___deep pains and agony
fighting demonic diseases
where were thy healing hands?
that were not laid on him__
Until he flew away
like a bird and never returned.
Oh! God where is he....
©MZEE MACH
How can I thank you,
Oh Lord of mine.
You took on the sins, that should have been mine.
You bore my shame, my diseases, my lack
You came down from heaven
To set us free
You that were worthy
Died on a cross made from a tree
Because of your shed blood,
Satan has no hold on me.
The curtain was torn,
The barrier gone
That separated us from the Creator,
Our father, the one true God.
I look forward to heaven,
To live with you there.
With the believers of you, Jesus.
Those that accepts you as savior,
Been washed clean by your blood
You’ve defeated the enemy
and wrapped us in love.
Life's Burdens
By Tom Wright
Oct. 24, 1997
Revised Syllable Count
6/24/2024
During times when I’m beset with daily trials,
and burdened down with cares only life can bring.
The smile that graced my face has quickly vanished,
from within myself I’ve no more song to sing.
Then all at once my mind begins to wander,
to a shameful time upon a cruel tree.
How, Jesus, paid the price for my salvation,
I feel that His shed blood was meant just for me.
Then oh! to get things back into perspective,
I swiftly kneel and go to Him in prayer.
Reflecting to the time when I first sought him,
and how with His arms outstretched He met me there.
So now and then, when trouble comes upon me,
and dealing with it I feel I surely must.
I'll kneel and bring my burdens all to Jesus,
for in Him I've placed my hope, my love, my trust.
It was a day when He laid down His life
It was a day when He finished the task that
He decided upon before the foundations of the world
It wasn't easy, but it was worth it
It was Friday but Sunday was coming
Jesus died on the cross and through
His shed blood our sins are forgiven
He was willing to give His life
So that we could have a life
He died so that we could get back
The Kingdom which man lost in the beginning!
His death could not stop His resurrection
His pain could not stop His Glory
His purpose brought His passion
The love of the Father restored our souls
It was Friday but Sunday was coming
The Blood of Jesus cleanses our sins and
The Resurrection gave us the Holy Spirit
Glory to God the Father
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Without shed blood, no remission of sin,
A lamb was killed to clothe Adam and Eve,
On sides and lintel, Passover blood streaked,
A token of redemption to the Jews,
Animals' blood shed in Old Testament
for each sin that they did, known or unknown,
As we are sinners, blood has to be shed
To cleanse us all from innate transgressions,
Only one person's blood was untainted,
He took the form of man and on the cross,
Lord Jesus Christ shed his last drop of blood,
Thus, through His pure blood, we are washed from sin,
His blood gives us victory over death
and sin and protection from diseases,
Sealed by His blood - the real covenant.
17th March 2023
For Sotto poet's "B--forms and words" contest
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