no one is good there is not even one.
the front pages of papers of children raped by rapists. iraqi torture chambers and we the blamed claim we’re blameless. wrong all. and swelling up inside of us there’s this pride in us this arrogance. and our only line of defense is the sense that i’m not half as bad as this friend of mine so i must be fine. we mean well dont we. yet i’ve never seen good intentions set a man free from hurt all. this poor unfortunate soul filling a single void with toy after toy girl after boy. how boring. this wasnt meant to be humanity’s life story. warring with God saying what have you done for me. bought all. hanging out for six hours marred beyond recognition in complete submission to the Father’s will still a proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation. with more beauty than all His creation. more eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies. it is done. you are bought with blood. accept. rejoice.
for freedom has come.