Questioner

How do you do it? How do you love the unloveable? How do you draw a straight face and woo the twisted creature? How do you weep flaming tears of desire over this one? Isn't this the same who took your embrace of salvation as an opportunity to plunge the poisoned tongue into your side? How did you weave those mortal wounds of hate and selfish longing into the irresistably rainbowed rope of healing and life? Please, don't you see my blotchy morality, my chinked armour, my dark and cloudy eyes? Are you blind to the screaming purpled scars of my face? Why did you hoist me high to look on your eyes, knowing I would only use you as a platform for failure? How do you caress the one who would molest your mercy, spit upon your loving kindness and taunt their truest friend and best lover? Why did you give me your silken string to swing amongst the stars, knowing I would use it to spurn your cup of salvation, to run towards the luscious embrace of death?

You, descendent of a prostitute, an adulterur, killer and a thief, stretched yourself across the stagnation of my life. I stumbled across your golden gate, met with the blinding beauty of your presence, shattered through the prisms of my own imperfections. Before the wondrous Saviour, Son of glory and grace unmeasurable, mighty fortess and coming King, I bind and burn my questions. The fullness of You is more than enough for me.

I revealed myself to those who did not ask for me;
I was found by those who did not seek me.
To a nation that did not call on my name,
I said "here am I, here am I". - Is. 65:1-2

if you have a soul