THOUGHTS OF A BLOOD DONOR

The needle is small and sharp;
The nails were large and dull.
The cot is soft and restful;
The cross is rough and hard.
The nurses are kind and gentle;
The soldiers are cruel and mean.

The crowds applauds my sacrifices;
They that passed by reviled Him.

Mine is type "O" positive;
He is positive for all.

Mine at best, will prolong life for a while;
His, without doubt, saves all forever.