A wretched creature is Man, but a man is not all creature. The soul doth portend of greater light in the heavens for his estate. In Man lies the attitudes of greatness. Untapped by his blindness. Fragile to his hard-head. Be a vessel of light and forsake the corruption of the weak. Love cannot be love, if it is not from God. That can only be from the pitiful and lost. Exercise in the Lord. Wear the protection the Great and Terrible has provided. Purify your eyes and vessel within, with the bitter repulsing vinegar of Sorrow. Engage in eating from the vines of the Lord's vineyard and refuse the poisons of sin.
Labels: Ideal, Love, Man, Perfection
