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Blood on the Door PostPosted Tuesday, April 19, 2011, at 12:22 PM
The door that soon will Welcome every person, Reborn in Christ Jesus, as He rules the World from Jerusalem, where He resides. Place the Blood He shed, upon your heart, Holy Spirit moves in, Eternity then resolved, as we live In Jesus, we be a part.
By Arley Steinhour 041911
The blood upon the door posts, signaled Israeli lived inside,
Pascal lamb provided blood, and eaten quickly while they hide.
Death moved upon the surface, of Egypt that fateful night,
Blood, not on posts, meant nothing less than death and fright.
Any house without that blood, painted on post of door,
Experienced death of First Born, Pharaohs son, and more.
Plague Ten, the count, that God sent down, onto Egypt land,
Pharaoh cried, 'Go away from here,' Free Be, this Israeli Clan.
The blood upon the door post, kept death from coming in,
Slave of Egypt, Israel, walks away from death and sin.
The story of the Exodus, known throughout Worlds History,
How Israel took their Slavery along, hearts not yet be free.
Forty years, they moved about, in wilderness dry and bare,
Until all of adult population died, no Milk or Honey there.
I don't need to tell the story, for every soul, the story knows,
How hard it is to take slave out of man, once within it's throws.
So, let's take a look at the blood again, and think another thought,
Other side of Golden coin perhaps, or desert rock I may have bought.
The blood upon the door-post, kept death away that night,
Supposing, just Supposing, that's the antitheses of Right;
Door-post isn't Door-post, on house built, by or for, mankind,
But, invitation, signed in Blood, for Holy Spirit, a home to find?
Put the Blood of Jesus, on the door-post of heart, and mind,
'Welcome' laid before the door, Blood marked, Holy Spirit finds.
Blood purified within and out, Redeemed, then He will stay,
Blood Welcomed, Tabernacle Holy Spirit, in the heart that day;
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