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The Precious Blood

I don't have to bear my sorrows-
He bore them in Gethsemane.
He suffered in His soul-
Sweated great drops of blood for me.
I don't have to tolerate sickness-
His back was opened at the whipping post.
The stripes He took I can submit
To all the places I hurt most.
I don't have to heed temptation-
He wore a crown of thorns for me.
The blood flowed from His head-
Freed my thought life from the enemy.
I don't have to feel unworthy-
His hands were pierced that I
Might use my hands to touch and heal
And His precious blood apply.
I don't have to walk in darkness-
He offered God His feet.
Lighted my path with a bloody nail,
So the darkess must retreat.
I don't have to earn forgiveness
Or the joy His peace imparts.
When the blood flowed from His side
It cleansed my sinful heart.
 Be Blessed,
(c)Doris Jacobs-Covington
"Knowing you were not redeemed
with corruptible things,like silver
and gold, from your aimless conduct
received by tradition from your fathers,
but with the precious blood of Christ.
as of a lamb without blemish and without
spot." 1 Peter 1:18-19 NKJV

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