Power In the Blood
At the alter, intent on praying away my distress, I prayed with all my heart. As I left church that Sunday, I was embraced by God’s Son. He held my hand as I floated past pews, leading me home.
Jesus breathed on me
Covering all my past sins
Power in the blood
A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
June 25, 2020
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