n the shadowed lands of ancient Egypt's night,
A time of dread unfurled in eerie light.
A Hebrew boy, in his father's care,
Faced a fearful test of despair.

The angel of death, its shadow wide and low,
Made it hard for sleep's embrace to know.
Yet, in his mind, a lamb did leap,
Its sacrifice, a memory he'd keep.

"Why must the lamb, so gentle and fair,
Leave its life, its blood on our door to bear?"
Through storm and wind, it promised to stay,
But in his heart, he feared it might stray.

To his father, he cried with trembling fear,
"Please, check the blood, make sure it's still near."
His father replied, with comforting tone,
"The blood will protect us, it's power shown.

It won't wash away, nor fade in the storm,
For it's applied with love, its presence warm.
Rest now, my son, in peace and care,
For the blood on the door will always be there."

And so it was, through history's fold,
This story of deliverance, bravely told.
When I see the blood, I'll pass over you,
A promise of salvation, forever true.

In the lamb's sacrifice, a symbol clear,
Of future hope and love so dear.
The blood that stands the raging storm,
A testament of love, forevermore.

So when the night seems dark and fear near,
Remember the blood, and hold it dear.
For it speaks of safety, love, and care,
A reminder that, in our darkest despair,

There's a promise of deliverance, bright and fair,
For the blood is still there, always to declare:
"I will pass over you, when the blood I see,
A symbol of hope, for eternity."

March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldro