Pools of crimson stain the streets. People running,

Hiding, covering themselves and those around them.

Fear surrounds, then pain, followed by anger and rage.

Faces and heads shrouded in black, too cowardly to show themselves.

Thoughts of waging a righteous war against those who don’t believe as they do,

Brainwashed into thinking they are doing this for their god.

Misdirected, s


Groping for something to believe in –

Something to hang on to.

Do they find peace in causing others pain or in ending lives?

Where is the righteousness?

Blood flows from a beaten, smitten corpse, hanging on an instrument of torture.

This One not taking life, but giving it through holy, precious blood.

That is righteousness, bought and paid for the ugliest and most sinister of us.

Complete payment for all. 

The victory over death has been accomplished.


Cleansing rain falls softly on an eager earth,

Thirsting for relief,

Longing for renewal and rebirth.

The tears of God bring respite for the dying soul,

He gave His only Son to fill a gaping hole,

The hole that widens every day,

When we forget to turn to Him and pray,

As branches dance and lightening fills the air,

I think of Him who takes away each care.

We see the need for God’s power to inspire us once again,

To cleanse our hearts and wash our dark souls in His refreshing rain.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to BLOOD OF THE LAMB

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Oh, the terror of that day but the glorious victory that comes because of it.

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