#perfectlove
Oh Being of perfect form.
Your love is not that of humans but
Of Love itself.
Your passion is not that of humans but
Of Passion itself.
My lovers risk
Their lives for me,
My lovers swear
They are with me unconditionally,
But
Oh Being of perfect form,
Oh most perfect model of Love and Passion.
The things you would do for me
Are beyond
Worldly
Expression.
And although you made me
Partially blind,
You love me still,
Knowing very well
The shortcomings and tendencies of my kind.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
Dying under my sins.
Dead already.
My destiny was to suffer and die.
But you had other plans.
You sent, you...sent your only Son, to die for me?
Lord, why would you die for someone like me?
When i already wronged you.
When i hated you.
When i ignored your whispers and pushes and pulls of your eternal never-changing love.
You allowed the rocks to press on me, crush me.
But you allowed your son to be burdened with my stones and needles.
You allowed the nails to pierce through your Son.
and it wasn't even yours to carry.
it wasn't your fault, it wasn't your nails, it wasn't your stones and mountains to carry.
O, Father. You are so amazing and beautiful.
Your love has no end.
Your grace carried me so far.
You want to spend time with little old me.
You still believe me.
Lord, your mercy and grace pull me into a galaxy of stars and into the peaceful depths of the Sea.
O Bearer of my Sins. You have given your life so that i could have mine. You suffered that day so that i don't have to do so for an eternity.
Your faith in your Father is steadfast, unshakable.
You love me so much.
Lord, you hugged me and held me close when the lightning struck and the raindrops broke windows when thunder knocked down trees and left me bare.
You didn't regret your decision. To die on that cross for me.
O Holy Spirit, you preserve my soul, you remind me of the Father's love. You inspire and set me on fire for God.
You guide and lead me.
You remind me of who I am.
O Holy Spirit, Father, and Son. You are One.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
She treats grace as an abhorred enemy.
Resisting has become a place she’s grown to love.
She longs for freedom forgetting that it’s already hers.
Ensnared by phantoms
albeit,
she knows
In having nothing, she possesses everything.
Her shield is refined by aberrant foibles.
Scarred, yet covered in the Only perfect love
She’s
flawed, but good.
+ crowned saint
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Hear what I say, then ponder this,
God made you just for me;
Created from a piece of bone
And formed quite perfectly!
He took such pride in all he made
placed everything just right;
My God Himself saw what He'd done,
perfection in His sight!
He knew we need companionship,
Each husband needs his wife;
Someone like you to walk with me
with whom to share my life!
He started out with only sand,
to form a mortal man;
Beginning of the human race,
fulfilling perfect plan!
I'll bet He chuckled to Himself,
He knew how proud I'd be;
How right He was and proud I AM,
that you're right here with me!
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC