I am writing to you, dear children, because your sins have been forgiven on account of his name.
I am writing to you, fathers, because you know him who is from the beginning.
I am writing to you, young men, because you have overcome the evil one.
A Concept by
Interlude
Dear God,
When writing this piece. I found difficulty
expressing my thoughts of you. There are so many labels,
traditions, and formats when writing and I’m not versed
in any, but also none of those techniques could explain my
heart so I had to just be raw and organic like a vegetable.
Lol
God you are called, and my father, that you are.
Son of the Supreme, and the Fire in the deep.
By a virgin you came, and from Heaven you were proclaimed.
You used wood to build foundations, but none knew you ruled the nations.
See, you were brought here to live with the lowly so all your people can believe in you boldly.
Your hands formed me O King, it was you who built my being.
It was you who informed the obtuse to believe.
It was you who shut the mouths of the intellects, whose natural knowledge couldn’t comprehend.
Hatin’ on you they thought they would do, but the love you demonstrated killed sin for good.
It was you who spoke to the lady at the well, you told her past and proclaimed she was healed.
You set her free that day you see, no longer would she be a harlot for all to perceive.
You re-purposed her purpose no longer will she feel worthless.
It was you, whose hands opened the eyes of the blind.
It was you who called the dead to rise and with one word Lazarus open his eyes.
Your gracious love cannot be compared to when we try to ponder all the hell you went through. Mocked around the clock and stripped by your own flock.
Hated by the self righteous and despised by stony hearts whose eyes were full of rot.
But you still loved by fighting with your sword, and being ready to die and later soar.
Charged wrongfully and prosecuted unlawfully. Beaten until unrecognizable, but yet you loved us unconditionally.
You carried the weight of the world just to be hung and left to dry in the fields.
You went to hell and didn’t relent.
In your public humiliation you rose to domination.
The veil was torn, so we can be born.
You finished the job so we no longer have to sob.
As your winds blew your spirit flew.
What has descended then ascended and now we are mended.
For those who believe they will receive a new way.
Old homes no longer dying in the cold, but sealed with your mark, for your xoxo has marked the spot.
We now have purpose we no longer have to live worthless.
For my father, my brother, my spiritual friend, my good nature, and motivator has raised me from the dead.
You are the Greatest Of All Time and nothing can steal your shine.
I thank you for the opportunity to be in your family.
Let my speech bring honor when I speak of thee.
The Bride Confesses Her Love
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
She
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine;
3 your anointing oils are fragrant;
your name is oil poured out;
therefore virgins love you.
4 Draw me after you; let us run.
The king has brought me into his chambers.
Others
We will exult and rejoice in you;
we will extol your love more than wine;
rightly do they love you.
She
5 I am very dark, but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,
like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
they made me keeper of the vineyards,
but my own vineyard I have not kept!
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you pasture your flock,
where you make it lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who veils herself
beside the flocks of your companions?
He
8 If you do not know,
O most beautiful among women,
follow in the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats
beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
Others
11 We will make for you ornaments of gold,
studded with silver.
She
12 While the king was on his couch,
my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of Engedi.
He
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.
She
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful.
Our couch is green;
17 the beams of our house are cedar;
our rafters are pine.
21 Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior.
22 But now he has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation—
23 if you continue in your faith, established and firm, and do not move from the hope held out in the gospel. This is the gospel that you heard and that has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven, and of which I, Paul, have become a servant.