Precious Blood
I
was surprised to see God
sitting
on the curb.
Beside
Him was a large pool of blood.
I
watched Him dip fine linen cloths
to
soak up the blood.
He
folded each stained cloth reverently.
I
asked God: “What are you doing?”
“This
is the blood of My son,” He replied.
“Oh
no,” I said, “Yesterday I saw
an
old black man stumbling from a bar.
He
had a gunshot wound to his head.
This
is his blood.”
“That’s
right,” God told me.
“This
is the blood of My son
and
it is precious to Me.”
Jan Ross
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