For when I was a slave to my sin, the lust, the pride, the materialism, I was an animal consumed. I would at moments see the truth, Your truth, and like a dog returning to it’s vomit, I so would return to my sin. It was an unruly master. Comparing, compromising, restricting me. Consuming me. You stepped in wooing me as a gentleman does. Just as the sun rescues the sky from the darkness, You saved me, freed me from myself and taught me how to love.
Love is the motive