Born.

From the very moment we shouted our first cry, bound we are by the sins, evil & betrayal of our forefathers. Bound & held in contempt from the presence of our mighty, limitless heavenly father. How would he, how could he embrace his greatest creation now that they were unclean, having allowed darkness a place to reside? How?

A plan...

His plan? Redeem & rebuild his fallen children, for what was once devastated can be recreated. Recreated into a new existence, a rebirth a new creation, no longer held in contempt, but embraced in love, by grace. Blood would need to be shed. As with the sacrifices of old, the blood of innocense. Not of an animal, but of a sacrificial, sinless, blemishless lamb. Innocent blood must be shed upon the creation, not to hide, but to destroy & wipe sin away.


But who? Who could perfect? Who could be innocent? Jehova asks, a question that would resound through all the heavens. In the midst of the question & the silence that for a moment silences the perpetual praise of the angelic choir, a voice shatters the silence. Throughout the heavens resounds the voice, it saying "I will go".

Who?

The word. The action of the word. The substance of the word. The only thing that COULD complete the plan, the very word of God. The innocent blood of the word, the life of the spring of living water, the vessel, the perfect vessel must be cast upon the earth & shattered.

To be broken by the ones he is to save. To be torn by the very children of his father. To be trampled upon by his very beloved.

But he stood up. He gave it all. He gave what no one deserved, but his love drove his heart.


Lord, thank you. I didn't and don't deserve your love or mercy, but you gave it all for me... Help me to do the same for YOU <3

- EW