The Five In The Field

 You presented your body, on the top of a hill..

Poised to bestow, your blood to the fill.

While there were those, who watched with delight..

Captivity was loosed, for those with great sight.


Blood upon the ground, spoke aloud with grace..

In a soft, gentle voice, like linen and white lace.

To give life to the dead and strength to the weak..

You sacrificed your life, with the proud and the meek.


On Golgotha hill, heaven witnessed ahead..

The virgins who were called, to the bridegroom's bed.

As the rich  and the poor, all hailed to their fare..

The sheep in the meadow, were numbered with care.


How precious in the sight, of the Lord Most High..

Are the bountiful souls, in the by and by.

The five in the field, who are washed in your blood..

Beyond my compare, you have called from the flood.



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