Once an infidel, Your
love evoked fidelity, faithful now, not to God,
but to a human being Who walked the path Jesus
walked, all the way to Golgotha. But more intimate than
that -- faithful to the One Who
poured the wine into my cup; Who rested His hand on my
shoulder; Who gestured tenderly,
“You belong to Me.” I can’t reach beyond that
form and personality. It’s self-serving and
calculated -- I want to be You; filled with Your Essence
until nothing else remains. O child of God, the
Avatar is made of flesh and blood; therein lies His majesty.
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