The Blood Dripped

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The blood dripped on the broken ground,
Covering 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 a 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.

Clothed

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I was kneeling on holy ground,
Beneath the Judge’s stand,
They asked me where my clothes came from;
I pointed to the Lamb.

“My clothing comes from His sweet name,”
I spoke with trembling lips,
“I’m sorry about all the stains,”
O God of Righteousness.

“They happened when I saw His cross,
And gory nakedness,
That’s where He took my clothes away,
Then gave me these for dress.

He told me never to despair,
Or fear the dark abyss,
But I know these aren’t mine to wear,
I’ve earned a death like His.”

The gavel sounded in the Court,
As I knelt by the throne,
Wearing clothes I could not afford,
With stains that weren’t my own.

Behind the lines

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD;
my soul shall exult in my God,
for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation;
he has covered me with the robe of righteousness,
as a bridegroom decks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. (Isaiah 61:10 ESV)

Sweat and Blood

jesus-2437571_1920The cross would weigh as Jesus prayed,
In agony, “take this from me,”
Is there a way, some other way,
Sin can be paid?

It’s only by Your sweat and blood,
Holy, only Son of God,
It’s only by Your blood,
Only by Your blood,
For Calvary’s hill,
Was the Father’s will,
The Father’s will,
To shed Your blood.

Betrayer’s kiss on Righteousness,
Falsely accused, beaten and bruised,
There was no way, no other way,
Sin could be paid.

By sweat and blood and endless love,
You took Wrath’s cup and drank it up,
You are the way, the only way,
Our sins are paid.

Behind the lines

(Luke 22:39-48 ESV)

[39] And he came out and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives, and the disciples followed him. [40] And when he came to the place, he said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into temptation.” [41] And he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and knelt down and prayed, [42] saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” [43] And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him. [44] And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground. [45] And when he rose from prayer, he came to the disciples and found them sleeping for sorrow, [46] and he said to them, “Why are you sleeping? Rise and pray that you may not enter into temptation.”

[47] While he was still speaking, there came a crowd, and the man called Judas, one of the twelve, was leading them. He drew near to Jesus to kiss him, [48] but Jesus said to him, “Judas, would you betray the Son of Man with a kiss?”

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