The Blood
- Christy Adams-Author
- Oct 2, 2017
- 2 min read
She stood in their midst
as they accused her.
They brought up every
mark against her
as the tears ran from her cheeks
like a river overflowing its banks.
Her sins were recounted one by one
bringing her great embarrassment.
She closed her eyes
as they spoke of things done in secret.
She lowered her head in shame
and felt her face burn with heat.
The guilt weighed heavy
upon her shoulders,
as she listened to the deeds
named one at a time
by her accusers.
She wanted to flee
Run as fast as she could
to get away,
But her body wouldn't move.
They had surrounded her with their mockery.
Their laughter was loud.
Their words taunted her as their voices
grew sharp in her ears.
It was all too much.
She stood frozen among them
not knowing what to do,
or where to turn.
She felt herself give up.
She knew she couldn't
fight them.
She cried out to the only One
who could help her.
The only One who could
take away her pain.
Somewhere in the scorn
of her judges
rang out a sound that quieted even
the loudest among them.
It was a sound
of something hitting the ground,
as if it had
fallen from Heaven.
She opened her eyes
as silence filled the crowd.
Looking down,
she saw a red stain on her hand
and immediately knew what it was.
She lifted her hand
and examined it closely.
Suddenly, another fell on her head
then another hit her foot.
She slowly turned her face
to Heaven
and saw the crimson river
coming down upon her.
Closing her eyes,
she allowed the healing
to wash over her
like a waterfall.
She smiled as it cleansed her
from everything she'd done.
She raised her hands
as it flowed over
her entire body.
She began to thank HIm
and bask in His presence
as His blood
performed the miracle
for which it had been shed.
When she was clean
she opened her eyes to see
the crowd had diminished.
Only half remained.
They stood gawking,
mouths open, eyes wide.
Wondering what had
happened to her.
The other half had left.
They ran away, unable to handle
the change in her.
They were angry that
the blood of Christ
had washed her sins away.
She knew in that very moment
the crowd no longer
held her captive.
She knew the blood
had set her free of them
and the sins of which
they were accusing her.
She looked once more
at herself and marveled
how the once dirty woman
she always saw in the mirror
was now clean and whole.
She saw for herself
what the blood of Christ
can do.
She ran to the others
and began to tell them
what He could do
for them as well.
Some listened,
some mocked her.
But she didn't care.
What they said no longer mattered
to her
Only what HE did for her
that day.
Christy Adams © 2017
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