| Voice of the Blood |
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Why this blood upon the ground? What has happened here? Why the flurry, lanterns, torches; Men who run away in fear? This garden is a place of comfort; Made for the happy, prayerful, soul. There should be no acts of violence, Only hours that makes us whole. This blood tells of unjust anger; Rough men picking up a sword. Do they come, like this, for Jesus; Who would have followed at a word? He always went to church with them. Everything He taught was plain. If they asked Him, He would teach them Simple truths of God, again. Then, why this blood? Why this hour? Why the soldier's solemn face? Voice of His Blood calls for mercy, For the entire human race! God will hear it, one more time. Blood will speak out loud to Him. God will pour it o'er the altar; Cure the world of awful sin! ".. the voice of your brother's blood is crying to Me from the ground." Gen. 4:10 |
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