I can’t contain
this feeling that has surfaced,
pumping fire to my veins.
His breath in mine,
and mine in his.
One, in three, in one.
Who would I
be
free from the one who created
me?
Me without Him
is like a pen without ink.
Empty,
and yet He chose to fill me.
Unworthy!
Free and redeemed
by the blood of a flawless man.
For a daughter that is nothing
but obsessed
with herself,
her image,
and her world.
And yet a gift
of immesurable value – paid in blood
has been lavished
freely upon me.
Grace.
given and received.
one command:
“Come, follow Me.” – Jesus
