His precious blood,
which was his very
self in person,
was lying on the
streets of Jerusalem,
was on the floor
of the palace of the
high priest and in
his prison cell.
Believing in his divinity
is the key which helps
one to worship his blood
poured out in his passion.
This poured blood
for the sake of humanity
brings healing and
forgiving of sins.
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