I Plead the Blood of Jesus

When morning awakes me strong in grace,

yet lingers yesterday’s fails,

and I cannot feel His warm embrace,

I plead the blood of Jesus.

At high noon, when I am drained of strength,

when I feel my work is vain,

and devils cater to all my flesh,

I plead the blood of Jesus.

When I sit, after a long day’s work

and think on what I have done,

and wonder if it has any worth,

I plead the blood of Jesus.

When I lay my head upon my bed,

tomorrow draws up its plan.

This will be my life until I’m dead.

I plead the blood of Jesus.

Smiles Welch; 4/17/2021; Athens, Ohio