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A Weeping God

To many, God may seem like a sovereign, mighty and confusing entity, many ask why he doesn't help those he calls his own, his chilren. Many are angered by history and how he expresses his love, which is strange to the human tongue. If one were to look at us through God's eyes, they would be heavily sorrowed by the world. Imagine, putting love and power into the hands of your creation, the one thing you love most, knowing it would betray you. Yet despite this, you make them anyway, and hold a peice of them close to your heart.

But slowly, you watch their hearts grow cold, their love for you dwindles and turns to an endless age of bloodshed. Terror on your beloved earth. They spite their brothers, and abuse their sisters, they lie in your name, and take glory in the fleeting wonders of fame. You send messengers, children who refuse to conform to wicked ways, yet they perish by the hand of their own brother's sword. They remove all that is good, and replace it with darkness, that slowly consumes them, and makes them slaves to their own brethren.

You send the one person that is most precious to you, so as to save those whom you love from the clutches of death, yet they spite him just as bad as they spite you. Infact, they hate him more for speaking truth, and caring for the silenced. 'They' desire him dead, and thus they do so. At the cross, you had to watch your only begotten son, be separated from you. You hear him cry out in agony, not of pain or sorrow, but for the many hours he had to be separated from you. You never let your eyes wander from his bleeding head, and slowly watch his soul, depart from your right hand.

Your heart bleeds form agony, but you choose to bear it, for the sake of the many who were saved that day. The many whom you so deeply cared for and loved, your own children. You gave them a gift, free will, which put so much power into their hands. You chose to love them despite their hatred for you, their negative veiws of you, even the fact that they used your actions of love to spite your name.

So, for many centuries, you compromised your laws that gurded them and kept them safe, just for them to abide in them. You removed your presence from man, and sent the holy spirit to abide in their hearts on your behalf. You did so much, yet they appriciate so little. You dont mind that, as long they they are happy and alive. You slowly watch as animals, plants, ocean animals and creatures alike, a gift you gave to them before they first walked on the earth slowly die in their hands. If animals felt hate, they would avenge their own for the massacre man has done. Despite knowing this, you still made them as a gift. You inspected every plant, hoping they would like the bright colors from the flowers, or the tainted red sky at sunset. You gave them animals so as to live beside another form of life, even though they would take joy in the taste of their death.

It all seemed so perfect, it was perfect. But they made their choice, even though you still pursured them, everyday, reneweing your grace and extending your loving hand towards their bleeding hearts, hoping they would reach out too. Despite this and many more, man still chooses to call him non-existent, when the love that he has for his creation speaks of his never ending glory, his proof of existense. Even so, many still blame him for their own actions, questioning why he didn't stop them when they stabbed their brother or sister behind their back. Yet they don't see his aching heart, his weeping soul.

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