Blood of Jesus.....

 The blood of Jesus consumes me  like a raging river cleansing my soul and putting weapons of warfare in my hands . Where does my help come from ? It comes from the maker of heaven and earth . Every drop of blood that hit the ground is the reason that I live ....beautiful redeemed daughter of Christ . I am clothed in righteousness that no human currency can purchase . I am the vessel filled ...blessed shall I be coming in and blessed shall I be going out.  I will awaken to His likeness ... I am made in the image of Christ ..no longer will i cringe at the past canvas painted with grief but  I am  radiant and powerful ...sharper than a two edged sword... my face will glow in the likeness of my father who sits on the throne . Abba Father ... in the name that I call upon ...my Lord hears me and is beckoned at my call ... He rushes to engulf me in His presence . He is all surrounding past , present and future . Lover of my soul ...I am a purchased precious one . This is the truth ... lies shattered, as I enter the enemies camp and take back what he has stolen .