Poem Precious Blood



Precious Blood


Yea do I walk through the shadow

of the valley of death.

I shall hold on to Christ

and the blood he left.

I shall fear no evil.

I shall fear no man.

For Christ shall walk with me

hand in hand,

and guide me over

to the promise land.

For its through his precious,

precious blood

that my spiritual life began to bud.

So, yea do I walk through the shadow

of the valley of death,

I shall hold on to Christ and the blood he left.


Ronald W. Clark Jr.


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