Pursue
He pursues me always pursues me first He loves me always loves me first
He knows how to get things done. The King of the universe. He’s fast. Rapid. Precise. Boom boom pow it’s done. Executed. He’s a highly productive individual. A God, in fact.
Pure eyes. He has pure eyes for you. Can't you see it? You want the love He has to give you.
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
Radiant. Tight and taut. You stretch the ribbon adorning the entryway to the promised land where you dive in to occupy residence. The bow is tied. It waits shiny and red. Untouched with the best threads of silk. One incision will slice the ribbon. Unfurl the vision of Heaven. Where paradise begins…
I look up and I see You there You are in front of me exploring me beholding me enveloping me enthralling me
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 an early riser. Dawning the day with His glorious face before the sun ever kisses the face of the earth. It tastes its first kiss from the Son of the Most High God.