Why d’You persecute me with Your Beauty my God, my God. I’d gotten used to the stench; the animal cries of beastly things, of foul crime and oh the dung of vice, but You

birthed o’er and o’er, in my manger heart, never abort

Your Pursuit of me

Why D’You love me, Jesus?

– Earth .

Oil painting, RN. https://www.instagram.com/p/Clu2N_sPZ7m/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=