This Blood That I Shed Is My Own

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    harlowkr New Member

    Liquid crimson streams from wounds I've made--
    Twelve smooth slices with a cold thin blade.
    It's not behavior that I condone,
    But this blood that I shed is my own.

    There is a pain that none can see,
    Not even those that think they know me.
    Inside my soul it's a combat zone,
    And the blood that is shed is my own.

    It's a war I know that I can not win,
    Yet my life's at stake; I can't give in.
    I am reaping what I have not sown
    And the blood that is shed is my own.

    Too weak to stand, I fall to the floor
    And desperately cry to God once more,
    "Jesus, forgive me," I faintly moan,
    "For this blood that I shed is my own."

    "Fear not," He whispers, "I love you still
    And I understand the way you feel.
    I see your pain; you are not alone.
    I weep, because this blood is your own.

    When life is too much for you to bear
    And it seems that I don't really care
    Remember that pain I, too, have known--
    The blood I shed for you was my own."
     
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