This blood is a river that knows no age and it knows no race.
This blood is unconcerned with the color displayed on the skin attached to your face.
Regardless, it will crash into you and hold you down.
This red river will rush and your sin, your filth, your shame cannot make one sound.
For when they take a breath to scream of your stains,
the rush of red washes you white until none of it remains.
This force does not take into account the strength displayed in your exterior.
Whether weak or strong, it will surround you and, in its current, pull you nearer.
It sees no sin or sickness in you.
But in its rushing might, it blindly snatches sin and sickness leaving only the new.
The blood has a furiously passionate voice that is shouting only one line.
It cries out loudly with an “I LOVE YOU” that every one person can say, “That love is mine.”
This blood is in no way subject to time.
It is past, present and future – the long and short hand cannot control it with their powers combined.
This strength makes itself unaware of every fault you hold in your heart.
Moving in a graceful force is rinses you clean in every part.
It purposely ignores the blemishes that are screaming out.
It collapses into them with such an indestructible authority that they can’t remember what they were screaming about.
There is so much that it on purpose does not know.
This purposeful lack of knowledge keeps any hindrance from the flow.
What it does know is that it is ragingly jealous for your soul.
Jealously in love, yes, and runs with one ultimate goal.
To wash you clean in a blood red shower.
Turn you white with inconceivable power.
This blood ripped free from the skin of an innocent man.
A man that chose to experience the fury of The Almighty God’s hand.
This blood dripped from His body so many years ago.
But there is a truth within it that every man should know.
This blood does not operate by our natural ways.
It does not get weary, old and faint or come close to the end of its days.
On the contrary, this raging red river, from what I have known, only gets stronger.
Its endurance, perseverance and insistence only lasts longer.
It gets stronger and stronger with every second of every hour.
What keeps it going is you and its desire to wash you in its power.
You are the source that keeps this blood alive.
So my challenge to you today is. Dive.
Dive into the red that beckons you with force.
Dive into this blood and hold not one ounce, not one moment, not one thought of remorse.
