By Melissa McLaughlin
Jesus, give me a fresh vision you today,
that I may see
the depths of your love flowing down,
rivers of red,
drenching my parched soul,
covering every tarnished sin-stain
with your beautiful, holy, pure, blood.
A glorious gift of your heavenly heart
for my frail and needy one.
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