Within the sphere of my human subjectivity, my highest passion is my faith. I cannot conceive the objective, for to me, it is all too real. I will not be an observer. For he heard my cry and responded from the Kairos. Who can conceptualize his greatness? It exceeds my human limitation. My mortal weakness has no place in his presence. My shortcomings are gone and my nakedness is exposed. He pierces through my spirit, soul and body. He compartmentalizes the I and his ruach flows like healing balm thorough my consciousness and the dry dust lives. My continual state is a testament to the agape. I am ever becoming.
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