Red drips off the tree
Onto the ground
Drops turn to dribbles
Dribbles to streams and rivers
The flood races down the hill
Consuming any darkness
To make room
For light
For music
For faith
The thick red liquid pours into dry lands
Quenching the thirst of the dying
And resurrecting the withering plants
Soon, the desert is a flooded plain
Thriving and bountiful
Things that should be drowning
Are prospering
But this is not water
Its something more
Something that binds families
Cleanses sins
Brings life
Gives mercy
Sacrifices
Its the Blood of Jesus! 🙏⛪💒
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Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of my best poems. WARNING! Some may be a little mature.
