He loves me.
Why? How? Doesn’t He know? Of course He knows…
He loves me still.
Knowing my whoring after all sorts of other gods, not the least of which is me, He died for me.
He hearts me. His heart burst for me. And I can now live because He purifies my heart and tabernacles in my heart.
Unleashed to live. To love. To know love. To be love. To live love. To live loved. Love.