One Pure Drop of Red
Through weary days and endless nights
In pain I journey on;
The burden of my sins so great
My hope is almost gone.
I stumble once, and then I fall
And, on my knees, I cry,
Why must I stay upon this earth?
Why can’t You let me die?
Each day, each night, I vainly pray
To a God I cannot see;
I only seek forgiveness, Lord,
Why can You not hear me?
I close my eyes, I drop my head,
I crumple to the ground;
But all at once my pain is lifted,
Bright light glows all around!
I feel a touch upon my head,
A warmth that melts the ice;
He stands before me all in white
And love shines from His eyes.
Arise, my child, and come to me,
Why do you sorrow so?
I’m with you each and every day;
This you must surely know!
He holds a goblet in his hand
Of liquid, scarlet hued;
Look, in the glass, what do you see?
My blood--’ twas shed for you.
I died so you might live, my child,
Your sins have been forgiven;
See these scars upon my hands,
Upon my side ’ twere riven?
He held the glass up to my lips,
Drink, he said, and then
I closed my eyes and He was gone
When I reopened them.
’Twas but a dream, I sadly sighed,
As I awoke in bed;
Yet on the sheets of purest white
Was one pure drop of red.
©Linda E. Newman
GramLin99@aol.com
All rights reserved.
Used with author's permission
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