Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned against you. Forgive the evil within my heart that twists and turns until it distorts the truth that you revealed. Forgive the choices I have made to lead my here, to walk outside your will, and to mark my life with scars.
Rise my child, be strengthened in me, for the journey is too great for you.
Father, this is evil. I walk alone down those hallways and I carry out the very things you hate. How can I find relief, how can I see peace, how can I know forgiveness when this is against the very character of the All Mighty? How can I rest when such injustice against your perfect design is called “right” and “good”? Where is righteousness in the midst of such perversion?
My son, all is well.
I do not hide the bitterness from you. You see the shame, the fear, and the doubt as open pages illuminated by only by your goodness. “Six years”, they shake their heads, “It’s been so long.” Does it really come to an end like this? “You must be relieved.” Five months more to those years make it all the harder when there is nothing beyond the cavities left to show for all the time wasted. Does it really end like this?
Nothing shall be wasted. Even the hours shall be restored.
You have shown me the brevity by which I walk upon this earth. For today, as tomorrow, are but shadows of what will someday be. They are memories, paid for and forgotten, by the blood of the Beloved. For eternity is at hand and, though the earth itself groans under the weight of the evil wrought by man, you will restore all made worthy by the cross to yourself. I live, not for the fallen earth, but for the greatness of your name.
Though pursue you, evil is done to me and evil is inescapable. Come quickly Beloved, for I long to see your face. The waiting grows unbearable. Return and restore us again that you may see us, and in our new perfection you may say, “It is good” as well as “It is finished”
Beloved…
Oh, my Beloved…
It is finished.