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=