This is Love

Creation held its breath, because even in death, there was a hope it could not bear to let escape its lungs. Through chains, chains were broken. Through wounds, healing was found. Through cries of anguish, whispers of love came forth. Through brokenness, wholeness was completed.


Darkness vanquished. Divine Victor.

This is love.

What a beautiful, scandalous night.

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