Blood Stains (poem by me)

Sometimes they ask me why
I must stand and testify
No one understands
Crimson blood stains my hands.

Christ hung on the cross in shame
Now His name is above all names
That’s why I traveled to distant lands
Crimson blood stains my hands.

Give me courage by Your Spirit
So I speak and do not fear it
Until Your kingdom expands
Crimson blood stains my hands.

….And because of me, you will have to stand before rulers and kings to tell about your faith.  But before the end comes, the good news must be preached to all nations. -Mark 13:9-10

© 2016 Kim Bond

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