05-09-10

Be quiet, O my post-modern tongue.
Be still and know He is God.
Tremble. Shutter at the sound of his name.
And take shelter in the shadow of his mighty wings.
For He is angry. And He is jealous of your love and devotion. But His wrath is quickly kindled, to those who turn their hearts over to him. So turn to the Lord. The mercy of Christ is life to a valley of dead bones.
For this is His furious love. And it is unbridled.

Aba. Father. Uncreated one. My soul's desire.