Ten frames of precious blood in poetry

Lord, thank you for your death, your resurrection, and let us be born again. It is the precious blood that flows from your cross and covers all our sins. We can make up for all our sins against Satan. The Father of the Lord will no longer punish us according to our sins, so that we can rejoice and praise flying together in the glory of the Father. Everyone should praise you! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!