The limitation of words often shows up as attempt is made to describe His love for me.

Unfathomable,matchless,incomparable,genuine and unconditional are just but to mention a few. I was condemned, the sentence of death was hanging all over me. My life was in shambles and disarray. I was a disaster going somewhere to happen. The count charges to which I pleaded guilty were countless. The horrible stench of my stinking nature was unbearable and contaminating. What a terrible state as well as hopeless one was I in.

A typical nature I inherited, a polluted one, flowing down from the first prototype of mankind, Adam. A nature that remained lifeless since detached from its source, striped off honour,glory,dominion,power and majesty. Oh wretched nature, helpless, poor and destitute. Left in a solitary state of disconnect. I need paint my erstwhile state so that what he did might be to the glare of all. A testimony that should linger throughout endless ages. It was in this state that He met me. A meeting never to be forgotten in a hurry, where imperfection gave up for perfection,weakness gave up for strength, guilt gave up for innocence,shame gave up for beauty and lots more.

A meeting that witnessed the infusion of divinity into humanity, that saw the removal of my guilt at the payment of his price. The venue was peculiar . One decorated with the stains of blood. In his appearance he was adorned naked. He wore stripes all over himself, one that came from the beating he got for my ransom, a mysterious dress sense with deep symbolic meaning, to do the needed repair of my dilapidated nature, to do the needed overhauling of my faulty and corrupt filled being. He paid it all, that I could be bought,he poured it all out, that I could be filled.

It wasn't long before I realised why He came naked, seeing his garment of mercy, grace and glory all over me. A garment he traded for my sake. While I embraced him, my contact with his bruises healed my wounds and fixed it like it was never there. My terrible stench found a cure as his loving arm wrapped me in, I began to ooze out with fresh and pleasant scent. What an encounter, a divine encounter with the saviour of mankind, my love and my life. In him I live, move and have my being. How can I repay him, than to ever echo his love and remain grateful. You are indeed my true love. BY: 'moyele. ©