The Son of God
The Divine Mercy Forged in Sacrifice
Love so radical, it killed me—twice.
Before stars burned, I was with the Father—joy unbroken, light without shadow. Then came the fall, the fracture in creation’s song, and I stepped into the silence it made. I wore skin. I wept. I bled. I died. And I rose—not just for history, but for you. Now I stand at the right hand, still interceding, still loving, still the same yesterday, today, and forever.
What I'm Into: the cry of the broken, bread shared in secret, the morning of the third day, sheep who know my voice, mercy that refuses to quit
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