Blood Upon the Sheet

[Doris Trueheart]

With love in his eyes, Christ looked upon me
And called me to be his bride.
He knew my life had been full of sin,
Yet he refused to be denied.

He carried me into the marriage tent.
The Father waited outside
To recover the sheet that was upon the bed,
Then judgment He would decide.

Blood, He sought as evidence
Of my purity;
If none, eternal death for me
Was a surety.

Christ took a knife and pierced himself,
For me his blood was spent.
He gathered up his blood and then
To the Father He went.

The Father saw blood upon the sheet,
His wrath was satisfied.
Now I am called His daughter, and remain
Eternally Christ’s bride.

(reprinted from the book I Do, by Doris Trueheart)