“..forgive,” He whispers o’er & o’er. “Be kind. Put away the bitter. Build not break. Live, not die. Heal not destroy.”
No one cares that way. Not kings &priestly sages, not nice folk not even the simple, the poor, the broken, nor the righteous, esp those. His Words pierce my rocky soil, broken in all the right places, so roots can breathe. So stem sap sepal can have nectar. I found His Words and I’ve eaten it, They’re promises He keeps. Who else would dare do that for a human.
the Love of God, persists through the tapestry of human indifference
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