A love like this

God's love, it seeps. It even bends for me. It flows through the currents in the tides. It clings to the atmosphere. It reaches above the skies, and to the stars it can surely rise. Solid objects are no different. They are touched with the Painter's mind. His canvas a gift for me to see.

Oh, through the corruption that does ensue, His love cannot be shaken. Don't you know it's in you, girl? Don't you know it's true? Don't ever be mistaken, divine and beautiful you. For you are not forsaken. No, you are loved.

Loved, in your happiest moments.

Loved, above your indiscretions.

Loved, above what and whom you have endured.

Loved, even when you find it difficult to love your neighbor.

Loved, even when you can't understand.

Loved, even when your mind is at war with itself.

Loved, when you forget that His validation alone is enough.

Loved..through the process that makes you human.