The mighty hurricane He feels for you

He is jealous for you.

It's because of his fierce love. You belong with him, and when someone comes up and
grabs your hand, takes your attention, steals your gaze,
that jealousy rises up in his heart.

You're made to walk alongside him.

For all your days.
To gaze on his beauty.
Drink in his presence.
Notice his blessings.
Converse with him.
Sit at his feet.
Dance with him, kiss him, love him.
Breathe in his words.

To give all of yourself to him.

Every crevice. Every musty corner.
He'll make it all new if you let him.

But when that idol comes your way. When you whore after those sins. When you're tempted and you obey your hungry desires and flesh. When you give in. Give up. Turn away. Look at the world with ogling eyes. Forsake him. Follow yourself. Lose your eyes for eternity and slide back into your old ways.

That's when he wants you as much as ever.
Wants you fiercely.

Love's like a hurricane, you're a tree.

It breaks in. That love is blatant.
How could a tree ignore the storm swirling round, shaking its every branch?

He's there. He's calling.

He knows your mistakes. He gives more grace.

Just come back, my love. I can't stand to see you with those others.
Turn around. Remember me. Repent and my mercy will overflow.

I miss you.
I love you.



 
From,

the Lover of your Soul