On that day blood flowed like satin,
trickling down your sides.
Life draining, courage waning,
yet you love.

Your back lay bare
vision blurring, heart pulsing,
trails of blood
leading from the cross.

The spear enters your side,
blood and water stream out
pooling at your feet.
Your soul is no longer there.

Rivers of blood flow
quenching the LORD’S rage.
Life no longer living hell
blood lead to liberty.