The Blood of the Cross Poem

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The Blood of the Cross, a gift so divine,
A love that surpasses all space and time.
A sacrifice made on Calvary's tree,
For sinners like you and sinners like me.
A crimson stream, poured out with care,
The Lamb of God, a burden to bear.
His precious blood, shed for our sin,
To cleanse our souls and make us new within.
The Blood of the Cross, a ransom paid,
A debt too great for us to have repaid.
It washes us clean, makes us white as snow,
Restores our hearts, makes our spirits glow.
No earthly treasure, no human deed,
Could ever accomplish such a wondrous feat.
Only the blood of Jesus, pure and true,
Can save our souls and make us anew.
So let us cherish, with hearts of praise,
The Blood of the Cross, in all its grace.
For it is the power, the hope, the light,
That saves us from darkness and gives us sight.
In Jesus' blood, we find forgiveness sweet,
A love so boundless, so rich, so complete.
Oh, let us never forget the price He paid,
The Blood of the Cross, our hope and aid.
So, as we journey on this earthly race,
Let's keep our eyes fixed on Jesus' face.
And thank Him always, for His selfless act,
The Blood of the Cross, our eternal pact.