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Sacrifice

  • Writer: L. Adams
    L. Adams
  • Mar 16, 2020
  • 1 min read

Through blood.

Sacrifices, incense, fire.

Knives flashing silver.

Something has to pay the price

Of living.

It has always been

Through blood.

In the ancient times

They gave animals to be absolved.

The blood.


The old died.

The new became.

Now we are saved

Through the Lamb’s spilled blood.

New life.

Only this.

We are loved.

We are forgiven.

It is only through Christ’s blood

That we live.

LP 2020


Never forget.

 
 
 

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