Blood Bath

Jan 1, 2018 | Blogs, Poetry Spotlight

2018When I consider the blood there is aHoly Ghost dance within that leavesmy feet in the dust! I was guilty assin and worthy of death. But, “God soloved…”

I thank you Abba Father, for Jesus who gave His side to the sword that I might be cleansed in His precious blood bath.

Blood Bath
Out of darkness into your perfect light
Oh, I thank you Jesus Christ for saving me
 
Out of blindness into your perfect sight
The sweet and narrow path through faith
Made clear to me 

Out of weakness into your perfect strength
Now my soul bows down in thanks before the Lord 

Out of failure into your victory
How my spirit leaps for joy before the Lord 

Fear and shame washed away by your perfect love 
By Your grace, my heart can claim your blessed peace 

Sinking sand now replaced by the Solid Rock
Every step I take with you is tried and true.

“And they sang a new song, saying: “You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, becauseyou were slain, and with your blood you purchased for God persons from every tribe and languageand people and nation.” Revelation 5:9


My Thoughts
On the surface this is probably one of my most self-explanatory pieces. But, it is very special to me. I wrote itin Jamaica on my honeymoon. The magnitude of my mistake had hit me like a ton of bricks. As my husbandlay sleeping off his inebriation I was awakened by the words resounding in my head. Grabbing a piece of resort stationery, I eased into the bathroom and penned the poem Blood Bath.

When we feel rejected or unloved, Jesus lifts our head with the truth of who He is – and who we are in Him.There is nothing left to do but turn from our circumstance and give Him the praise!

For further study:
Romans 5:81
John 3:1
John 1:12-13
Isaiah 41:10
Jeremiah 31:3-4
Isaiah 49:15-16

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