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I spend my days bathed in crimson,
and the scarlet covers my stains.
Blood can drown a multitude of sins.
The drops fall from my fingertips
and bloom as lilies in the parched dust.
I am the colour of the setting sun.
This is the blood of Man, the blood of God.
It washes away the slaughtered bull,
bears away holocausts in its torrential flood.
It is the blood of the living, yours and mine,
spilled from the veins of the unborn and the ancient,
all who have been and will be.
We are the children of blood,
richer than wine, sang real,
dyed ruby, the colour of life.
and the scarlet covers my stains.
Blood can drown a multitude of sins.
The drops fall from my fingertips
and bloom as lilies in the parched dust.
I am the colour of the setting sun.
This is the blood of Man, the blood of God.
It washes away the slaughtered bull,
bears away holocausts in its torrential flood.
It is the blood of the living, yours and mine,
spilled from the veins of the unborn and the ancient,
all who have been and will be.
We are the children of blood,
richer than wine, sang real,
dyed ruby, the colour of life.
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Our Savior
~~Our Savior~~
He is the one who catches me when I fall
Who helps me to stand tall
He knows all of my needs
And supplies them with ease
Even though He knows I'm imperfect inside
He has never once left my side
Never am I alone in the dark
For He is always in my heart
When I am lost and afraid
He is always there to light the way
He is the one I take shelter in
And He cleanses me of all my sin
He comforts me when I am sad
And always lends me a helping hand
He shows me the only way
To brighter, happier, fun days
I will always give to Him with an open heart
Because that, to Him, is beautiful art
Now I never have to worry
But, f
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Woman with Issue of Blood: Untouchable
I am a walking danger,
infectiously unclean,
can't touch or be touched,
for what I touch
I infect
with uncleanness.
I haven't felt a man's embrace
or stepped inside the temple courts
or hugged a child,
held a friend's hand,
these twelve long years -
untouchable.
I've gone to doctors
and spent all I had
till I'd spent myself dry -
to no avail.
Now here I am, bleeding,
worse than before.
Must I always be
untouchable?
I've heard of you from far away,
they say you heal, set captives free.
Can I believe that what they say
is meant for me?
But I'm unclean,
too unclean for the temple -
I must be too unclean for you.
But in
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From the darkness
Darkness... flooded into my mind.
Rages of evil I can not describe.
Its voices screaming in my head,
'Do this sinful deed, forever damn yourself.'
I try to fight it, but I'm a failure in so many ways.
Its hold is too strong for my weakness....
Can't I be freed? From this constant guilt?
Will my failing send me to the fiery gates?
Can the tears I shed ever be enough?
I know but only one who can save,
Only one who can wash these tears away.
He sent His Beloved Son, to shed His blood for me.
Though I do not deserve such purified grace,
He wielded this Salvation just like a Holy sword.
His words were life; His arms were perfect love
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Ooooh, I love this ! It has this mystical feel to it that is really attractive to me <3 I especially love the line "I am the colour of the setting sun".