His healing blood

Walking  on the beach,

the wind’s blowing in my hair.

The seawater’s drowning my feet..

 

When I look at the dawn,

It changes forever in pain…

 

When my deep wounds burn in my skin,

it feels like my feet walks through glass..

—  This is pain.

 

My throat is dry,

I thirst for a new life..

God’s blood over floods my tongue,

the tongue who would still cling to the pain,

but now it clings to His blood..

 

Where was I,

when the pain ached my body?

Who was I,

when Jesus’   wine healed my heart?

 

 

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