The blood dripped on the broken ground,
It covered the sand and stones,
With each drop the earth trembled,
And the Son of Man groaned.
The blood dripped and the dust was stirred,
Moved by Great Weight and the Wind,
The dust was blown away by Love,
For this Man had never sinned.
The blood dripped as the flies gathered,
To drink from the Son of God,
Their feet washed by His royalty,
A foretaste of what’s to come.
The blood dripped as He breathed His last,
Under the darkened sky,
Then it flowed down the metal spear,
Mixed with water from His side.
The blood dripped on the rough cut wood,
Made for murderers and thieves,
The tree without roots would bear fruit,
Nourished by the Prince of Peace.
The blood dripped, the blood dripped,
From the Son of God…
Behind the lines
Hebrews 9:22…without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.