That Blood

The life I had was dead for sure.
He saw my life and gave me hope,
For Jesus bought a living cure.
His blood can wash like living soup.

It takes away the guilt, the stain
One act, His death, gave life to those...
It cleanses like a gentle rain.
That fix their hope on One who rose.

And now I live, though flesh will die,
He's covered me from head to toe,
With inner joy, His blood did buy,
And righteousness I did not sow.

This poem was a finalist in the August 2023 poetry contest