The Red Crucifix

Blood drips down the hands

of the Savior who is filled in body brands

He, who died for You

Is the one that is stoned until turned black and blue

with His love pouring out

faster than his liquid, should give You no doubt

that he is Jesus

the one that love and freed us

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741