The deep love of father for son; Consumes in legacy-founding hope. It carries me and forces surrender in bow of desperate mercy’s cry, For wholeness. For wellness, fullness, future. Like nothing else that love twists to despair and stabs at my heart and mind and flesh. Still I come to ‘The Son’.
I wait and watch; He echoes my cry. His compassion soars as he abandons Himself, Denys Himself for our wholeness. Our wellness, fullness, future. Like no-one else he endured the twists of despair and stabs at His heart and mind and flesh. The deep love of The Father for The Son And their consuming hope for me and my son.