I.give.it.you.all (yes, I will)

But you came from nothing.

You found yourself creeping from dust, grateful for a Creator who breathed life into you and gave you a brain that would rebel against Him.

You said sorry.
Sorry that you can't break down more, for Him.
Sorry that you flirt with the idea of other lovers.
Sorry that you don't fall down hard enough and that you can't deserve Him.
But He won't hear of it.

He looks past the failures, and the adulteries, and the idolatries, because of this one time that you bent your knee to him.
And for some reason, you wake up in a warm house in the United States of AMERICA, despite His other lovers in Africa and South America and such, but you are still so whiny? you still think it is hard to go to live alone in your shell? you think you deserve more than 3 or 4 huge meals a day and a limitless credit card?


And yet, there is unending forgiveness.