He calls, he calls with fearless love A fire below, a revery above Beyond devotion, all fury all hope. In a moment, a simple word, a symbol, he spoke to those who felt unworthy and those who felt broke. the scoundrel and the worldly the miserly and bloodthirsty all those who didn't deserve mercy he spoke. You are not beyond redemption. I will be your rock, your foundation that stands a lighthouse in all storms, I who wore a crown of thorns Never turning away, daring us to become our better. All for you, a singular purpose. to prove you are worthy of all. What is love but the simplest form of patience? What is patience but a revolutionary hope?