Friday, August 31

Scarlet Grace.

The rain stings your face
as you scream into the night
hands held up, you fall to your knees
break free girl, of these chains so tight.

Death holds you by the throat

pins you down and bullies you
all you need, is scarlet grace
from the tree of Golgotha, to renew.

To save you, he was speared

As thorns bore into his skull torn
he chose to go to hell for you
than remain without you in heaven.

Light pours from his bleeding scars

joy and happiness to fill you now
this is all he ever knew
to save, forgive and love you.

So have hope, keep believing

you are everything to him.


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