Painting sprawled on door and frame, to signify death’s roulette game.
Blood droplets marked lintel’s place: here testify dread’s coming face.
Millions muffled in Pharaoh’s grip, could not respond by way of lip.
Remittance sent through upward flow; intercepted tyranny below.
Expression crisp, angelic share. To those devoted, shackles can’t bare.
“When I see blood, I will pass over you”; final decree, came not too soon.
Passed over – not in terms of preference, indulgence of indifference.
Unwelcome intruder, death’s pallor, a flood.
Application drawn up and signed in life’s blood.
Individual occupant, choice to be made. Future of first born, lifetime arcade.
If unwilling to apply the fresh blood to their door, then the eldest of
males would not live any more.
The Lord’s Passover was not neglect; observant was His gaze.
He’ll look past sin’s death, if blood is there – this hallmark sound of praise!