Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Metanoeite CXXVIII

"How often I've ached to embrace your children,
the way a hen gathers her chicks
under her wings,
but
you
wouldn't let Me."

The auto-suggested righteous who rationalize to spiritualize creeds and deeds because they always need to be right and win while pretending to know You better than anyone else exhaust me.

"You!?"

"He took on His own shoulders the sin of the many."

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