Wounded and bleeding he knelt,
how much pain and anguish had he felt?
How much blood was there spilt,
for my sins, by him who was without guilt?
How many drops of blood did it take,
to satisfy Justice for my sake?
How many pleas for my soul did he make,
that caused even the Son of God to tremble and quake?
How many drops of blood for me,
lay on the ground for the Father to see?
That paid the price for the sinful me,
does the body contain that much blood, could it be?
How many drops of blood for me,
wounded and bleeding had he spilt?
How many drops of blood to ransom me,
only the Father knows the pain and sorrow he felt!
Darrell Holloway
May 20, 2001
1 comment:
I love this poem Dad. I know that He shed many more drops for me. How wonderful it is to have both a loving Heavenly Father and an Earthly Father that loves me sooo much. Thank you for all that you do.
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