A poem written by Rita J. Fitzgerald
One day I saw the heavens open up,
and there was the blood from Jesus.
The King of Kings, Who poured out his blood on my sinful soul.
And I asked Jesus 'When will I be without pain?' Jesus said: 'Soon little girl you will be without pain.'
I looked at Jesus and He smiled as the lover of mine knows my soul.
© 2016 Mental Health Association of Northwestern PA