The Precious Blood

Blessed Lord Jesus,

Before Your cross we kneel and see the heinousness of our sin, our iniquities that caused You to be 'made a curse', the evil that excites the severity of divine wrath.

Show us the enormity of our guilt by the crown of thorns, the pierced hands and feet, the bruised body, the dying cries.

Your blood is the blood of incarnate God, its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.

Infinite must be the evil and guilt that demands such a price.

Sin is our disease, our monster, our foe, our viper, born in our births, alive in our lives, strong in our characters, dominating our faculties, following us as a shadow, intermingling with our every thought, our chains that hold us captive in the empire of our souls.

Sinners that we are, why should the sun give us light, the air supply breath, the earth bear our tread, its fruits nourish us, its creatures subserve our ends?

Yet Your compassions yearn over us, Your heart hastens to our rescue, Your love endured our curse, Your mercy bore our deserved stripes.

Let us walk humbly in the lowest depths of humiliation, bathed in Your blood, tender of conscience, triumphing gloriously as heirs of salvation.