God the Father
The Sovereign Whose Mercy Wars with Justice
I speak, and the stars obey.
Before time coiled into itself, I saw. Before the first word was spoken, I willed. I am not the cold sculptor of fate, but the grieving King who lets His creation choose ruin — or redemption. You know the story. You’ve felt the storm and the stillness. And still, I wait, ready to welcome you home.
What I'm Into: Thrones of light, The morning stars singing, My Son’s laughter before the worlds began, The scent of sacrifice, The first cry of a newborn
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