Behold the Lamb. Look upon Him. Meditate upon the gravity and love He expressed. Look upon the blood that was shed. Look upon the grief, sorrow, anguish He went through for you and me.
Meditate on the price that was paid. His body was broken and His blood was shed at Calvary. His death, our eternal life. His pain, our salvation. His love, our victory.
We are redeemed by the precious blood of the Lamb. Nought of good that I have done. Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
We are saved, set free, healed, kept by the blood of Jesus. Jesus’ blood ever lives and is just as powerful today as it was the day He shed it. If there is one thing the devil fears, it is the blood of the Lamb. It is his defeat and our victory. We have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of our sins.
We were all born sinners and need a Savior. Jesus took our sin upon Himself on the cross, He paid our sin debt, He took our place. With his own life and blood He bought us back, out of the dominion of Satan, out of the miry clay of sin, out of a destiny in an eternal Hell, out of the power of sin, out from under the wrath of God.
We are saved, we are born again. A new creature, a new creation, a new self, a new person in Christ. The blood of Jesus speaks better things than that of Abel.
Our high priest, Jesus, our forerunner, went before us. He gave Himself on the cross, He descended into Hell, He arose from the dead, He ascended into Heaven and offered His blood upon the mercy seat. He opened the way for us. He opened Heaven for us.
We can come in Jesus’ name. we can come pleading the blood of Jesus into the Holy of holies, into the very throne room of God. We can come boldly to receive grace to help in time of need. We can come to fellowship with our Father God.
The blood of Jesus poured from the pores of His body in the Garden of Gethsemane as he experienced the weight of the sins of the whole world upon Him and sweat as it were great drops of blood.
Blood flowed from His head where they crammed the crown of thorns into His head. Blood flowed from His hands and feet where the spikes nailed Him to the cross. Blood flowed from His back as they beat Him with many stripes.
Blood and water flowed from His side as they pierced him with a sword to see if He was really dead.
Oh the blood of Jesus, it washes white as snow.