Easter Poem- Crimson Flow

Crimson Flow
The crimson flow traveled down the tree
Dripping upon the earth for all the world to see.
Nail pierced hands did not cause this crimson flow.
Though the pain to bare alone was an awesome blow.

A spear pierced side allowed the water to pour
Mixing with the blood, the flow became more.
Upon the ground, the crimson red did soak.
Taking on from men a painful eternal yoke.

As the crimson spread from the replanted tree
The thunder roared loadly and hell’s locks exploded free.
Down from the hill the stream did rush,
Sickness and death this crimson stream did crush.

The crimson flow was power and Holy Fire
Setting the captives free, creating a Holy desire
So much flowing blood to come from just one man
To cover every soul and sweeping every land.

From Heaven this crimson flow did come,
It watered the earth, sprinkling all not some.
Flowing to hell by way of a grave,
Resurrected in three days all men to save.

Then ascending back up to heaven again,
Taking with it death and repented sin.
Jesus was God and then Jesus was man.
Salvation was for all when the crimson blood ran.

Written by Terry L. Richardson
Copyright © March 13, 1999