I confess to you and your tenderness holds me. You draw me close. Your heart seeps into mine, turning the coldness and dark into warm light.
Jesus. How sweetly you call. How gentle is your spirit. Even now, in the midst of this week of betrayal and pain, suffering and fear, you are gentle, oh lover of souls. Oh, love. You are sweet. You reconcile us to yourself and ever hold open your arms.
I love you.