Thank You
He took all the pain. All the agony. The stripes, the nails, the suffering. He took all the blackness of the world. Him so pure, so beautiful, untainted. Perfect. But He took on every bit of it anyway. But I don’t deserve it, I whisper.“I love you,” He says.But I deserve death.“I love you.”But I mess up so much.“I love you.”But. . .but. . .but. . .“I love you. Forever. Unconditionally. I love you, My child.” He calls me child, when I should be nothing but a slave to the darkness. He calls me beloved, when I’m so filthy. When…