Precious is the blood of Jesus,
now it runs in my own veins
and courses through my body
so in my heart He may reign.
It pumps me full of grace,
as if flows into my soul
for by His stripes I am healed
in His death I’m made whole.
The crown of thorns trickles,
with mercies I don’t deserve
a life-saving transfusion . . .
with an endless peace reserve.
Each bruise and every wound,
are the markings of my sin
they ooze and seep with love
so my heart Jesus could win!
The Cross represents,
everything that I should be
compassionate and forgiving
just like Jesus is with me!
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Isaiah 53:5
King James Version
“But he was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.”
Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka
April 19th, 2014 at 8:20 AM
oh the power of his blood! http://youtu.be/9WaQd-erGRA
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April 21st, 2014 at 2:39 PM
Love that song thank you for sharing! ~ Blessings ~
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April 18th, 2014 at 5:22 PM
Beautiful poetry!
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April 21st, 2014 at 2:40 PM
Thank you Andy may the blood of the Lamb bring a life-saving transfusion to every soul and to every heart!
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