The hardest thing I ever had to do? Choose you.
You see it wasn’t long after light was split from darkness and the soil broke beneath expelling life in abundance, that mankind turned from me. How could I describe such a day? My heart broke, my chest burned and my head ached of the crown I would one day wear for your sake that was far from being made of gold. Time froze, silence deafened and a forceful pull lured the future of all that was good into a pit of death, and was vanished like the bite from their lips at which set hell into an up roar. I knew my place then as the sacrificial lamb, I knew what I would have to do, and I knew what I would endure in such an act of mercy. I chose you. Satan won you over, the earth went into complete warfare all for the lust of something more.
Darkness overcame light and eyes were uncovered and exposed to everything I wasn’t. Mankind gasped its last breath as I took my first deep sigh in confirmation. I chose you. Being born of a virgin in a manger, I breathed my very first breath on this side of eternity and gave mankind its next. I was the hope of the world, small and meek under a star that lit the barren night sky, and angles sang Holy to me as my eyes closed resuming my sleep nestled in the swaddling clothes. That moment, I chose you. I walked streets of common people with a super natural purpose. They had no idea what I was doing, but one day they would understand with justification. I engaged with the poor, diseased and unworthy. I sat with the unnoticed, undiscovered and under estimated. I loved the sinner, the criminal and the liar. I healed the sickest, cruelest and most undeserving. I shared meals with the average townsperson, and enjoyed every bit of their company. I befriended the outcast, stood with the cripple and served others before myself. I chose you. I shared one last meal with twelve men of which would betray me, disclaim me and distrust me. The bread was my body that was broken and the wine was my blood poured out because I chose you. I bow in the garden preparing my heart to still choose you.
Thunder rang in my ears as I stood in front of my game changer Piolet, and the crowd screamed hate as the sweat from my brow oozed love. Stripped of my dignity but not my purpose, I was laid upon a stump to become a vessel. A vessel that was being broken for a greater use. As flesh released from my bones I chose you, blood streamed like a rushing river from my side and the air from my lungs propelled a silent scream with ever blow I chose you, and my body lay in ruins at the foot of death while my crippling words grew fait I even then chose you. Snatched from the ground my cross was ready to be bore, and the walk began. The crowd moved close to me, their saliva burned my face, and my name blasphemed but your name glorified because I chose you. My eyes closed as nails projected through my wrist and feet and out the back of my tree. Rising me slowly I look down at what I had chosen.
Forgive them father they know not of what they do. I even then still chose you. I exhaled my last breath, and gave all of humanity the biggest hug in grace. The earth grew dark as though sin won, but my battle was only beginning. I rose you from ashes and called you beautiful, gave you an identity and called you worthy, and saved you calling you redeemed. I chose you. I wrote a story on the folds of your heart and called you unique, I sought your attention and called you my beloved, and I broke you before me and called you free. I chose you. I gave you a new song and called you lovely, I traded heaven to have you and called you my own, and I filled you up and called you fulfilled. I chose you. I replaced your sorrow for joy and called you encouraged, I framed your wrong and called you forgiven, and I held your right hand and called you my bride.
I chose you. I saw the person you could be and called you awakened, I placed you on my wheel and began molding you the vessel and called you destined, and I remained constant and called you my follower. I chose you. I gave my life and called you treasured, I surrendered myself and called you adored, and I allowed your sin to stop my heart and called you chosen. I arose undefeated, earth couldn’t fathom me, death could subside me, the grave couldn’t contain me, hell couldn’t seduce me and heaven rang in Holy as I nestled into the seat next to my father whose train filled the temple, resuming my place in heaven. “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” I chose you, but will you chose me.