Sun of Righteousness: Appeal of the Crucified God

Blaze of the Immortal, come softly, earnestly, to my lips, and speak the parallel of love, of truth. This bitterness, a mere interlude to the chalk of soul, the bitter gall, or the sweet forever, wherein I want to invade every moment of your joy, of your suffering, of your endurance, of your love and tears. Those tears. I have known you before the great depth opened, before the treasonous fall, and after, the wick, after time, extinguishes at My word. I am love, and there is nothing before me. My origin is bound in the necessity of My existence. And, because I Am, I love you, every last one of you. I love you in the fire of glory and in the black fire too. I will never abandon my love for you, while you cry freedom from the pit of agony, while you hold onto everything wrong, while you maintain your everlasting Self, I cannot help but love you. What can I do but what I have done? Cut to pieces like an animal, displayed for all to see, each moment worse than the next, each moment eternal in scope, slain forever, risen forever, worthy forever, always knocking and praying, searching for you, speaking to you, loving you in the paleness of your knowing, in the paleness of what you feel now, I Am utterly in love with all of what you are. I Was utterly in love with all of what you are. I Will always love all of what you are.