Looking to my love for you, compared to the one God first showed me I am ashamed at how poorly I’ve loved this world. There is no justice in the peace you preach, no safety in the coverage you offer the vulnerable, no pride in the law you dispense calling for order. You embrace chaos as if it were solace or tranquility. Embellishing every lie with truth to somehow sell this abomination to the simple. What then is the prediction of your objective? Relative destruction, absolute tranquility in lifelessness, hope in all things unbelievable.
The rub is none of that is my duty, but the love I am meant to show you despite your indwelling demons. Friend of the dark that you are, the time limit is not my own, but the countdown Almighty has ordered. You will find your end in shame, regret and the maddened fires of pitch and satin black, but none of that is my prerogative or passion. Where you go will be determined by your failure or success in acknowledging God’s offer, not by how I feel you’ve erred or come to reason. My only wish is to let you know how much you are truly loved.
There is no margin where my purpose concerned. No dawn to the fog within my thinking. I have no excuse to offer but only the apologies for failure or self-aggrandizement. There can be no failure in loving. For when it is offered something perfect ensues. Even when denied or forsaken love changes hearts, minds and matter. There is no end with love only beginning. No forgotten repose no faltered fealty only sacrifices or self-concern. Just as in life one may not choose separate or competing passions for in love sacrifice is natural, normal and will always prevail. Those who know not the purpose or have never known the truth in love forever, claim they’ve found it only to see at solemn conclusion that they never knew God’s Love.
Yet, I kneel before His Throne. Broken in my spirit, by the lack of interest when judgment is first found. For to look upon a man in worth or unloving candor I am stricken by my own equation to God in presuming that any man beyond the depth of His eternal Hand. This is not my world; I did not eat of the fruit desiring equality or superiority to Creator. Why then would I continue to fail as such perfect works, loving every child, every man or woman for the creation God devised for His Good Glory. Their fate is not my dilemma but the aspirations of Jonah in disobedience to deliver the Hope eternal to all who would listen, leaving their repentance before them and their salvation to the only one who May, Jesus Christ the King.