He marked my hands, pouring out His love to reach your heart. Soul. Mind. Body. Mark our love with deepening Heaven. Fierce. Calm. Strong. Regal. Passion flows from the hands of God. The hands that held the universe before we came to exist in the grandeur of His creation. Now we do exis
Mouth open. Head tilted back. Potent liquid. He drinks the cup. Toxic fermentation of sins past, present and future burn the inside of his throat and esophagus as lethal fluid unleashes. The alchemy infects His body like a poison. Eyes blaze. He slams the cup. Says “it is finished.” After Jesus drinks the wrath of God.
Jesus is moving closer… and closer… The city is bustling faster… and faster… He isn’t stopping His stallion nor halting the pattern of His footprints imprinting in the sand. The movement of the Spirit hailing the dawning of the Lord’s day is swiftly propelling forward. When Jesus comes into town, He gets to work.
Close your eyes. Remember how he looks at you. He's got lashes on his heart, fluttering freely. Batting wildly. Full and luscious. Dark and lavish. Like the ones he made to frame the ocular lens. God's eyes gaze intimate. His heart connects at the instant He draws you in close to Him.