The WATER…and the BLOOD

When Jesus taught us from the mount

One specific He did address

He spoke to those who in their soul

Had a deep thirst for righteousness

Before He fasted forty days

He went to the river Jordan

John sank Him down and pulled him up

Water baptize was the custom

With Mary at the wedding feast

The family had a hard time

She said, “Do whatever He says.”

He turned the water into wine

The woman from Samaria

Found Jesus alone at the well

An endless source to quench her thirst

Was what He took the time to tell

To prove He controlled what He made

On stormy Galilee He did trod

Peter joined Him for a few steps

His men now knew that He was God

A woman braved the bustling crowd

Just to touch the hem of His robe

Her faithful act was rewarded

He stopped the issue of her blood

His spit He used to make some mud

To help a man born without sight

Jesus told him to go wash off

Use of his eyes was his delight

With His men in the upper room

He took dust off below their shins

We too must come unto the Lord

For removal of this world’s sins

The garden’s anguish came from Christ

The writer worked to find the words

To describe Jesus’ night-time scene

He said the sweat like blood did pour

The soldiers covered Jesus’ eyes

“Oh prophesy who just hit thee?”

He took each blow for me and you

Their saliva fell from His cheeks

The scourging tore His flesh from bones

Each painful tear was ours to take

He willingly did this for us

He volunteered make no mistake

The crown they placed upon His head

Sank long thorns into our Lord’s scalp

The blood that flowed would cover Him

No cry to stop came from His lips

The nails sank through His hands and feet

They thought they held Him to the cross

His love’s what made Him to endure

The hours it took to pay the cost

When He looked down He must have seen

The blood that fell and made a mud

His thoughts went back unto the day

The Father breathed life into dust

He knew this day was planned ahead

The Father’s will it must come first

His soul would soon leave His body

He made a cry and said, “I thirst.”

Gall now moistened his vocal chords

To help Him make one last deep cry

The term He chose was just one word

He made the claim, “Tetelestai.”

The spear it sank into His side

Blood and water was what did flow

His soul was gone it was not there

What happens next they did not know

His body limp hung from the cross

He gave His all the price was paid

They took Him down and wrapped Him up

In a new tomb his body laid

Endure the day of Sabbath rest

His followers they had no choice

When Sunday came they were surprised

To learn Christ again had a voice

For those who accept this exchange

An observance is here for us

To remember this sacred time

We use just simple bread and cup

Water to wine is now His blood

The bread is now his body’s shell

The price he paid was ultimate

It keeps our own souls out of hell

To symbolize this new-found life

The objects used could be a flood

I AM chose to use mainly two

They are the water…and the blood.

I’ll see you later.   Wade

About Wade Webster

I'm a truck driver who's been called to write. As I grow in my writing I pray you grow in your walk with Christ. My life verse is John 3:30: (it's where John the Baptist is talking to his disciples about Jesus) "Jesus must increase, I must decrease." I hope that comes through in my writing. Look for a new post every weekend. Feel free to offer suggestions for topics you would like to see me cover. For a taste of my lighter side visit my humor blog
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2 Responses to The WATER…and the BLOOD

  1. rlp152 says:

    Wow, Wade. What an incredible piece!

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