Meditation on the Precious Blood
How red the blood,
red,
dark,
offered up drop by drop
to the soldier's whip,
to the thorn's bite,
to the executioner's nail,
to the long wait on the cross.
Trickling down his arms,
across his feet,
down his forehead,
red blood,
sticky,
mark of death,
fluid of life,
blood of sacrifice,
redemption.
O Sacrifice of Love,
O Victim Conqueror,
O Lamb of God
who takes away the sins of the world,
thank you for your mercy.