Abel’s blood cried out in anguish, from the wounds of his own death.
That message reached to heaven, of its height and length and breadth.
This blood did shriek in terror and descended on the ground.
On the soil God used to make man a new urgency was found.
Two millennia and some years later, blood did flow as if a moan.
In response to that first bloodshed marked Golgotha’s painful groan.
First Gethsemane’s blood in tear form, spilled its love in agony,
then the cry that echoed mercy showed us what we each could be.
From the cry of Abel’s murder to the mercy shed for me,
finds the blood returning homeward to God’s land eternally.