NO ALLOTMENT

Most horrific sight on television is

The smooth red spreading of blood!

Its suddenness tends to terrorize

Just watching this crimson flood.

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Blood of Christ, too why does it not?

Lulled, what have we become  to?

Spilling of blood, meaning ‘nada’

Nothing at all to you?

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Old hymns are replete with the meaning

Of His cleansing from sin!

Blood of the Savior,  Jesus The Lord

Without no entrance in–

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Into the splendor of matchless love!

And His unceasing care!

For cleansing in the blood of Him!

What else can compare?

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TV replete with heroics yet

The hero comes clean

With maybe a wound or two to embellish

Greater than it may seem.

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Hero suffers a bit but must live on!

How else can he be adored?

Jesus buried, arose from the grave!

Nothing less could afford.

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Any pledge or love we may extend

For the blood poured out!

What for each sinner that receives,

Knows what it is all about!

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How can such love be bested?

What hero’s will do,

Our hero’s must live on and on!

Christ’s death final for you!

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“Wages of sin…death.”  No allotment!

And no one else will  –  will do!

The perfect Son of God, God Himself

Sure, God died for you!

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When just a child, a daydreamer

I figured a wall out there

Black but by daylight transparent!

Keeping us in His care!

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He came!  But the living forever,

Always was!  Never mind

About impossibilities

Our God is One of a Kind!

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FOREVER!

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Jesus, how I love Him!

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the Sam

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