Poetry Lovers: The Power of Jesus's blood

Power of Jesus’s blood

By Bernard Demaere

My head was spinning,

My heart was pounding,

With amazement,

As I saw

His hands dripping,

With blood,

His wounds against mine,

For my healing,

His body swollen,

By the beating

My mind free’

Of abuse

And renewed,

By his words

Of promises,

So secure.

 

The blood

Of Jesus,

With a presence

Of its own

Has power,

To heal me

Unto eternity.

No sadness

Can resist him,

For he owns,

The victory.

Note: This was a poem I just wrote on February 4, 2021