blood
my blood covers your hate
my wounds heal the pain
my scars tear the flesh
and blood pours down
in healing streams
rushing to the source of screams
temples pulsing in a vice
skulls screeching aloud
my blood races down
between the cracks
through deserts and seas
my blood covers your hate
my wounds heal your disease
your mind wanders
through halls of insanity
is this only a dream?
no, this nightmare
does not end
until the streams rain down
from the blood perfection shed
and mercy flows
onto your head
salvation comes from the dead
my blood covers your guilt
my wounds are your shame
my blood forgives
you are saved by my name
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2 comments:
Hey Man I love this! It is awesome!~ Zak
Wonderful thoughts on Isaiah 53 and 61 - my favorite scriptures! Well put and a very thought provoking reminder of the amazing sacrifice of our father!
Be blessed!
Lesa
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