Mercy. Deep, bloody mercy. A most pure and holy room inside Your heart is full and pulsating with mercy.
So undeserved here in me. So abundant there in You, Jesus. Mercy for the whole world, for all creation.
Atmospheres of mercy, like winds, touching even the smallest leaf inside creation have always been in the created realm.
David said, “where can I hide from Your presence.” I add, “Where can I hide from Your mercy? My presumption collides with Your mercy. My audaciousness crashes into Your tenderness.
Have the victory here in my soul, Jesus. Be the king of my tiny, impoverished soul. Be my bright morning and my glistening starry night. Be my feast and my satisfying drink. Let Your abundance sprout inside of me, and make me Your private garden.
