Today I see the vine-juice that speaks to us of His blood -- not only speaks, but enters us, engage our senses: taste, touch, sight, and smell --
and a flash comes to me
of This Blood as the center of the universe. The Story at the Center of ALL THAT IS. I see a man on a cross.
A man in pain, blood pouring from his hands and brow,
A reconciling gift, my hope and home.
Friend on the streets, draw near and know this love.
Small sinner in a classroom, draw near and see this truth.
Lonely dweller of the great gray city, draw near and stand inside the waterfall of His so-welcoming grace.
God, increase my understanding of it all.
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