…he shall sprinkle some of it with his finger seven times before the atonement cover.
-Moses (Leviticus 16:14)
The blood from my forehead that I sweated in the garden the night before. I was praying hard and my disciples were sleeping. I was concerned about tomorrow.
The blood from my face where the Roman Soldiers wacked me. I just turned the other cheek. They wacked me there too, with a rod.
The blood from my back when they flogged me hard with a Roman whip 39 times.
When they pulled out my beard. They didn’t even put little pieces of Kleenexes to stop it from bleeding extra.
When they shoved a crown of Thorns deeply into my scalp. Father forgive them please!
My hands and feet bled when they hammered them to the cross so they would stick. They wanted to make sure I wouldn’t walk away.
When they pierced my side. I didn’t feel that one, but it still counts as a sprinkle. I was in a temporary state of being dead.