2007.05.16

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Blood from the wounds of the One savior crucified
drip down, land splash on my hellbent form
and there's searing, steaming, and writhing away
as shackles and mancles and casts melt shrink and squirm
the hardened shapes that held fast my way
shrink from the power dripping out from my Lord
gory spectacle, my beaten king
yet victory still, for from molten ashes rises
new purchased me, bloodsplattered, adopted, glorified
Now my King rises, the Resurrected Divine
Eternal Lord and by choice mine
Glory like flame, and kisses so sweet
unveil pure love
Hands, Feet, Face reflect Him
show the Glory heart force
of the blood that redeemed

~JLB
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