Fierce.
Jealous.
Is His Love.
Like a jagged rock.
That will break me.
And grieve His own heart.
In order to bring me to His.
In order to bring me into His chamber.
Of Love.
For I am His beloved bride.
And He is my Bridegroom.
He not will endure other lovers.
Luring me away from Him.
He will tear them from my heart.
Even wound me.
That He might have me for His own.
Fierce.
Jealous.
Is His Love.


Gentle.
Tender.
Is His Love.
So that I grow to despise
every other lover.
Compared to Him.
I stay in the shadow
of His wings.
And behold His face.
Until I am undone.
By His
fierce.
By His
gentle.
Love.