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Love of My life,
you are dirty.
You traipse after
other lovers,
and eat their
delicacies.
My heart hurts,
so bad.
.
Your faithfulness
is like a morning cloud
that promises shade
from mid-day sun,
But then, quietly, wisps
away.
.
You invite lovers to lay
between your breasts,
but you do not prosper.
And you eat your fill of
them
but never get enough.
.
You do not direct your deeds
by what I decide,
because you do not
know Me.
Your pride testifies as
much
to My very face.
.
Return to Me,
Though like paper,
I have torn you,
I alone can mend.
Though like fruit,
I have stricken you,
only I can tend
your bruises.
.
On the third day,
I will raise you up
Once for all.
.
Turn to Me,
turn from your men.
And re-turn,
believe in Me.
I desire mercy,
not sacrifice,
But sacrifice I will
to show just how
merciful.
Hosea 2:5, 7, 13, 3:1 Included in the Parade
of
Prophets 5 collection. |
