I've walked through a valley of shadowy death. Evil hath wroth fear in me. It's the coldness, the darkness, the abyss. I shutter; again it overtakes me. My soul flutters. I wait, paralyzed, lost.
It's the pureness of a single stream flowing through everything that wakens my consciousness to something beyond I can never describe. It's your love, but I must fight to behold it, to embrace it, to allow it to embrace me... become one. We shall be one.
So I move, just a single step, but I move, compelled by the love driving me forward. Waiting for the day God makes everything new, and beautiful, and perfect.
The love of God. The God of love.