By Abishai dakabeithaires. Friday, January 13, 2012 8:56:29 PM
Steels of iron pierced through his innocent body,
A spirit without blemish punished for guilt with no foundations.
An innocent's mans' blood was shed bringing a curse to one who denies it's power and a blessings to one who abides in it's shelter.
For what? One would ask, it's purpose is devine and beyond the comprehension of the carnal but within the reach of the humble and the willing,
Those prompted by faith benefit but those blinded by pride and disbelief enter the dark tunnels of eternal doom.
The blood of the innocent man has cleansed the filthy of all and a ransom for the condemned.
The kings of the dark fear it's power and angels rejoice over it.
Forces beyond the eyes and at the heart of the oceans tremble at it's name and power,
when the children of the light find a refuge in the same,
Who's blood is all power defined as above all, it is the blood of the lamb, the lamb that was slain, to take away the sins of the world,
My Saviour Jesus Christ: Amen