Pain, deep as an arrow piercing,
- releasing a drop of blood, deep crimson,
- rich and beautiful,
- shimmering as it is caught in time,
- still, holding in its awesome beauty a deep
- breath, a painful and trembling breath.
- A drop of purified blood,
- drawn deep from pain and spilt upon a silver sword,
- a noble, kingly sword, a worthy cause.
- A pure and holy rider,
- white as the sun, a dancing flame,
- white hot against the black night.
- A blood red sword, snatched from the depths
- of a broken heart, held high, piercing the night.
- Drops of blood weep,
- tears flowing into a stream,
- a blood red river runs, a river of fire,
- a river of pain, a river of tears.
Taken from "A City To Dwell In" - a collection of poems from the Jesus Fellowship, available online from the Shop.
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