Loved
In a world drenched in sins, there lived a man whose love transcends the extremities of sinners. A magnificent nomad who crossed the barren lands with His calloused feet and sown roses between the cracks of worn-out pavements. An innocent and perfect soul who died a sinner’s death to give life to the fallen.
He knows how fallible I am, how my flaws rush in every curves and crevice of my bones, how filth runs like blood in my veins and yet this man loves me intensely that He thinks I’m worth dying for.
I wish I have a song to capture the depth of His grace or a poetry that will rhyme eternally with His love. But all I have is a heart with crooked strings yearning to hum a melody for His name. All I can do is try to live like I meant every breath He breathed upon my lungs.
With His promises, each handful of air I draw in feels like my lungs are always warranted of its next breath. Like my heart is certain that eternity exists after its last beat.
Holding on to His perfect Love, I will wait for that faithful time when this world will be unmade and He will call my name as gentle as the music of a harp. I will see Him face to face and I will be known for what I am.