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The Blood of Christ
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By Michael P. Johnson
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   The blood of Christ

Through blood of sheep, they tried in vain

In shame they’d have to die

Eternal life was not to gain

The price was far too high

 

Innocent blood would set man free

Would cleanse of filth and shame

But none could claim God’s royal decree

Until Christ Jesus came

 

Christ’s blood is not of mortal man

But that of God above

Pure; to foil the devil’s plan

Given in perfect love

 

Upon the cross, Christ died alone

Below, God’s children mourned

Then rose to reign on Heaven’s throne

In glorious light adorned

 

Each drop of blood Christ shed that day

God’s power was within

So through His Son God paved The Way

To cleanse and free of sin

 

The cost of life has long been paid

Through He alone who could

Christ bore it all with no man’s aid

Paid with innocent blood

 

Blood void of shame, yet full of light

As only God’s could be

The perfect man had won the fight

And claimed the victory

 

The blood of God remains the same

Still strong as on the tree

Those drinking it, in Jesus’ name

The Truth will set them free.....

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Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, March 8, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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