His Blood Most Precious Poem by Paul Pruel

I was born as thousand are
Where God was never known
Taught to pray a useless prayer
To blocks, woods and stones.

I would confess, I am blind
Could not see the truth
I am living with lies and illusions!

But today a peculiar thing happened
I fainted and I started longing
for the greatness of redeeming love
the love of Christ to me!

So, I started my journey to seek the truth
I stroke my fingers on the keyboard
My computer opened the door for me
I paused, asked myself, should I proceed?
Or I’d go back and forget it?

But my curiosity inspired me to go on
I opened the door, got inside, looked here
and there. I kept walking ‘til I reached the place
Where the Holy Writ was resting.

Happiness filled my heart
the treasure was shining brightly
I shouted with joy my hale
and hearty arms held it up
I kissed it with compassion and love
Then I commenced scanning its Holy pages
And I found these enlightening verses;

“Take heed what you read and what you hear
With what measure you mete
It shall be measured to you
And unto you that hear shall more be given
Then go on to know more and more
Of what that treasure is
And glorify your God, without end.”

Was He the same God whom I used to kneel to pray?
Who was made out of blocks, wood, stone and clay?
Verily I wondered but my doubt did not alter my desire
Still I read the following text;

'God created man and female
In His image and likeness, He created them
For His love and for the purpose to live with Him
And that we must give our highest admiration
And submit to Him, as our only God in return.'

Consoled I said this is it I am looking for!
The true God I had long desired
God’s love to His children is lasting
God is a reasonable One
And understanding one in nature
He sent Jesus Christ, His begotten Son
His Son’s Sprinkling Blood save the world
And washed out His children’s sins.

He is the living word
The living water and the living bread
To feed our hungers, thirsts and longings
Jesus is the living light and life of the world
Who could calm us in the hour of buoyant health
In our hour of pain
In our poverty or wealth
In our loss or gain
Who could soothe us with holy hymn and psalm
And bid our spirits rest
That Jesus died for us
That on the cross He shed His blood
From sin to set us free.”
Now, I know, it is not yet too late for me
to seek His Holy name and live with Him
with true guidance and pure doctrines
Through Jesus Christ and His teachings.

Happy indeed I found Him the cleansing fountain
where I can always flee
His blood most precious
the sinners’ perfect plea.