The First Blood

He was in agony In the garden of Gethsemane Bowing His head, down on His knees The first blood He shed was in prayer The perfect sacrifice Not a blemish or a scar Ready to pay the ultimate price The first blood He shed was in prayer They beat Him and mocked Him Spit in… Continue reading The First Blood


He died there for you

In the midst of my troubles when all seems so lost I turn my eyes upward to that man on the cross He suffered in anguish pain ripped His soul Despised and rejected the scars took their toll In one last, deep breath "It is finished" He said And He gave up His life and… Continue reading He died there for you