As thorns bleed red on wounded brow,
your autumn pain reminds me how
my Saviour bled, with precious flow,
to plant the seed where I would grow.
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As thorns bleed red on wounded brow,
your autumn pain reminds me how
my Saviour bled, with precious flow,
to plant the seed where I would grow.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
This was so beautiful and blessed too! Thank you, Melody!
I’m so thankful that you ‘get’ my words. As always, it is a pleasure to ‘see’ you! 🙂
Reverently wow-wonderful, Melody–makes me want to whisper my gratitude. God bless you–love, Caddo
How wonderful! Thank you so much, Caddo. Your heart is so very reverent already, all it needs is a nudge!
Hmmmm, I feel I want to take these words and sing them to my Saviour 🙂 Thank you so much!
What a wonderful response – wow! Sing away! 🙂