Inherited from The Source & centered in the heart,
the core of life beats pure, weakened by the world we consume.
One look at a new life, one step on a beautiful shore,
one breath of the air of freedom, one touch of a sincere hand
and the spark ignites.
The warmth permeates ever sinew of the soul …
Unexplained, indescribable, inexplicable.
We are controlled, and yet agents with space and time
to make use of this power or to abuse our hours.
Red is the earth that stains the footprints of this labor of love.
Red is the heart, pure before Him and wrought upon with a mighty change.
Red is the shame on the face of the sinner,
the hands of the guilty,
the eyes of the weary.
Red like the blood of the Perfect Son
that cleanses the past and promises a future.
The Source, the Heart, the Life, the Soul
in exchange for our stains, our heart, our shame, our guilt, and our hands.
Our love is His love.