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The oldest love story I know

formed before the earth was made

before the heavens were spoken into being

before the first tree cast its first shade.

It sings of a love so tender

it made skins for His creation

as they left His presence into a cursed world.

As we spat in His face,

forgetting His place as God and creator,

He was unfurling His plan

who became man to save us from ourselves.

The oldest love story I know

is full of pain and anger, betrayal and hope.

It’s a father of the lost running

to embrace his wayward sons and daughters home.

But not before He hangs there

beaten and reviled on a cross.

Refusing to call down a thousand angels

to save Himself so that we can be redeemed

from sin and death to enter paradise with Him.

The oldest love story I know

is of the one who loves us beyond death itself

who has the power to forgive sins

and proves it that easter morning by the empty tomb.

Just as He said it would happen.

And my life, forever changed, is no longer my own but His.

Featured photo by Rachael Gorjestani on Unsplash