Putting pencil to paper, and the cohesion vaporizes.
Awkward wording doesn't do justice to the awareness that has dawned.
But it is all that I have.
Grieving a loss.
No longer naive.
We are not immune.
I am angry, but it is more than that.
I am massively sorrowful.
Rebellion pierces the heart.
A new perspective gained:
God grieves over sin,
even more deeply than I.
If my heart is broken,
how much moreso is His?
If I desire to see true repentence,
A change of heart,
An understanding of the ugliness of sin,
How much greater is His desire for the same?
I would die to keep them from what is to come:
the consequences of their sinful choices.
"You don't have to. I already did."