Love Is Red Poem by Newton Ray Ukwuoma

Love is Red

Not even I can fine a wholesome reason
Why goodness and mercy attends my sin
So deep I have drunk, so dark a stain
But all were cast upon Him and slain
Crossed and fixed with nails and thorns
'Finished' He said to all my wrongs
And here I am still brewing with hate
Of ill accounts not forgetten yet

If hung, pierced He did forgive
If tied, flogged my freedom rose to give
If He saved all and did not choose nor select
Makes love to provide and protect
Then who am I if love from me don't spread
Love took the pain, His blood is love and Red.