Blood on the wayside

Hi,
Today, poem that cries from the depths of the purest heart of Jesus. It calls to us who stray. Let us all surrender our lives to him.

I look out the window,
There's blood on the wayside.
I look out and see,
Blood flows in the drain.

This is not a war city,
But deep inside of you.
I committed to you,
But blood flowed on the wayside.

I trusted in you,
Gave my heart to you,
My fountain of blood to you,
But you spilled it on the wayside.

You lost yourself in selfishness,
You became blind in self pity,
You were weak, but did not pray,
Did not ask for ever-ready help.

The blood that pours is a pure blood,
A blood that's filled with the pain of love.
But every hurting word and act,
Turned into a torrent of pain.

Come back dear one, come back,
Back to the arms of the dear Lord.
Come to the place of rest, dear,
Do not bite the bait of the devil.

For the one above hurts when you hurt,
He weeps when you feel pain inside,
He loves eternally and bears you yet,
Never mind what you have been.