The Blood Is The Key Poem by Matthew Buck
The Blood Is The Key
A crown of thorns upon his head,
our sin released in drops of red.
As blood flowed freely down his face,
We caught a vision of thy grace!
A nail in each hand,
and one in his feet.
There on the cross,
mercy and love meet.
For forgiveness of sin,
The Blood is the key.
Thank you Jesus,
for dying for me! ! !
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Jesus
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