The blood that cost Him His life means life for me.
The blood that brought Him pain in shedding it brings me eternal peace.
The blood that, when He shed so much of it, surely caused Him sickness and fever heals my sin-sick soul.
The blood that was lost to Him is applied to me.
The blood that surely was hard to look at on that day is a beautiful sight for the eye of faith today.
The blood that was shed in wrath by man reconciles man to God.
The blood that poured out from His wounds is what mollifies and binds up my wounded soul.
The blood that was shed to His ridicule and shame brings me the highest possible place of honor.
The blood that came from an unblemished, perfect sacrifice is essential to cover my blemishes and imperfections.
The blood from the Son of God is needed to make me a child of God.
Blood and water came from Jesus at His death, but I contact His blood through the waters of baptism.