Look into the depths of Redemption. Go slowly.
Move too quickly, and risk losing sight of Him.

Breath held as the Spirit shifts deep within,
Holy Ghost prompting in ways man never could.
The air stills as the heart writhes, twisting away.

Sin clings tightly, even with understanding His sacrifice.
Shame poisons the foolish who drink from its bitter pool.

The illumination of perfection is blinding.
The beast beckons the flesh, enticing.

Jesus, the Nazarene. Holiness divine.
You speak, and creation shifts entirely.
A single utterance consumes this very existence,
for what can stand against the fury of God?

Desires are rent in two:
one half seeks destruction, the other pursues truth.

The question breathed, haunting.

“To whom shall you bend the knee, O wayward one?
Lips profess faith, but will deeds be found believing?”

Search this soul. Undo every seam.
Unravel the cloth so each thread hovers in Your stare individually.

The door is opened wide.
Allow in anything that would cause me to love You.