Bloodstain
|
Oh Lord, my God, my fortress,
I will follow you to the bitter end.
Guide me in green pastures,
Restore me from my sin.
Crimson love flows freely from your wounds,
And I'm crucified within.
This bloodstain makes me pure,
This bloodstain cures me,
This bloodstain cleans my life,
Your blood has freed me.
Your blood now flows in me,
Your grace was freely given,
Now I am truly free,
And now I see,
That without you there is no me.
This bloodstain makes me pure,
This bloodstain cures me,
This bloodstain cleans my life,
Your blood has freed me.
This bloodstain is salvation,
This bloodstain is my peace,
This bloodstain is transfiguration,
Within my soul, within me.
|
| |
|
© Will Darr, 2003-04-03
|
Comments
|
This is the first good poem I ever wrote, and I found it in my room and typed it and put it on here, yeah...
|
|
|
