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"Because My Jesus Bled" Written Poem
03/05/2026
"Because My Jesus Bled" Written Poem
Because My Jesus Bled Written by God and Bridget McCann I had a conversation with God, One day when all felt dark. I could tell He had been weeping, And I could tell He knew my heart. He knew of my depression, He knew of my poor health, He KNEW it was impossible, So He told me that Himself. “My daughter how I wished I could take all the pain away, But I knew this life would forge your path, So I gave you her that day. When you felt I wouldn’t carry you, You carried her instead. And by being yours, she carried you, And then one day you bled. She kept you with your calling She taught you this firm truth: In the depths of pain & sorrow, The only way home Is to go all the way through.” What a choice and perfect spirit - That small body was all she needed. She came to just be with her mom And she saved me, she succeeded. I’m really not that perfect. I don’t feel I deserve much grace. But I’m thankful God saw fit to send me a daughter on that day. I don’t think God would ever Joyfully extend to us our pain. No, that’s because of mortal life But that’s why Jesus came. I know it was not in God’s plan for her to die. I know that He would rather I held her at my side… So here is how He mended That broken seam of mine. He told me life will still be hard, There’s still much that I’ll endure, But that someday I’ll help someone else And it’s all because of her. No longer here for mortal life - Our precious Ivy June - She saved my life, she carried me Even from within my womb. God knows I’m only human. I’m not perfect by any means, So He works on me daily To mend my broken seams. He gently will unravel What isn’t His design. Then stitch by stitch He helps me see His tapestry divine. Now, being at rock bottom Is really bittersweet. Because my Savior is the rock - The foundation for my feet. “It is finished,” Jesus Said - And He shared a glimpse with me. He bade me rest, He washed my feet - “Here in the depths, I’ll be”. When I thought He wouldn’t carry me I carried her instead, And by being mine she carries me Because my Jesus bled. © 2026 Bridget McCann
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