The Blood Dripped


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.

Goodnight, Snow White

Photo Credit: Krista Williams
Photo Credit: Krista Williams

I kissed Snow White goodnight,
Then tucked her into bed.
I left a hug on her cheek,
And this is what she said,
“Goodnight, my handsome prince,”
Goodnight, Snow White.

I woke Snow White from her sleep,
Then helped her out of bed.
I gave to her a morning hug,
And this is what she said,
“Good morning, Sweet Daddy,”
Good morning, Snow White.

I left Snow White to go to work,
Where I labored to get paid,
And as I focused on my tasks,
I thought about what she might say,
“Good job, hardworking Daddy,”
Thank you, Snow White.

Snow White had her school routine,
Where she wrote and she read,
Then off she danced to ballet class,
Where mom drove her there and said,
“Dance well, Snow White,”
“I will, Mommy.”

I left my work to get Snow White,
And battled the traffic ahead.
While I was fighting through,
Her words popped in my head,
“Good morning, Sweet Daddy,”
Good morning, Snow White.

I finally rescued Snow White,
But she would have stayed instead,
For she loved to dance and dance,
And this is what she said,
“Thank you for getting me,”
You’re welcome, Snow White.

We returned safely home,
And I told her, Time for bed.
I left a hug on her cheek,
And this is what she said,
“Goodnight, my handsome prince,”
Goodnight, Snow White.

Behind the lines

A children’s story based on my dancing daughter, Allison, who recently performed in Snow White.





Why do I long for the wealth of this world,
Where thieves steal and moths destroy,
When there’s a Treasure, reigning forever,
In the realm of endless joy?

Left to myself, without riches of grace,
I think of where I would be,
Grasping for things that quickly fade away,
Drowning in an angry sea.

Behind the lines

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight (Ephesians 1:7-8 ESV).

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God (Ephesians 2:8 ESV).

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal,  but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also (Matthew 6:19-21 ESV).

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