Ancient Blood

I think of you, your blood not mine, spilling on Golgotha so red.

There upon a tree, giving your holy best, earth made crown upon your head, then that words you said….’It is finished’.

Defeating death, yes he bruised your heel, but you crushed his head, giving to all that believe…. your flesh as bread.

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