Lots of reasons could be said,
But there's one that rises above the spread.
Red's the color of the blood that Christ shed
From his nail-pierced hands and feet he bled
And from the thorns pricking his head
Giving me life when I was dead.
This poem is part of my April Poetry Challenge. In honor of National Poetry Month this year, I'm writing lots of poetry and posting a new poem every day in April! Read more of my poetry here.