I gave my blood, Christ gave his.
I gave a pint; He gave his all.
The needle is small, sharp; the nails were large, dull.
The table soft, restful; the cross rough, painful
The nurses kind, gentle; the soldiers cruel, mean.
The crowd applauds my sacrifice; They that passed by reviled him.
Mine is O positive; His for positively all.
Mine, at best, will prolong a life for a while; His, without
doubt, can save all, forever.
