God loved, us when he didn't need us. That speaks volumes. Words; to flesh. Tongue depressed, no longer. Because my King hung on that cross, & by His stripes we are healed. Made whole, crafted into beauty, not brutality. We were made, with a conscience capable of good & evil. Feed the wolf thaf leads you. You can't blame a God that loves you, forgives you when you hate him. You can only love someone as much as you love God.