We are designed for God-with-us
Neither accident nor self-made, but created,
Knitted together for joy and pure desire,
For flourishing in the presence,
To hear the sound of steps at eventide feel no fear.
We are walking, running contradictions,
Hiding in the detritus of our failures
As if this could camouflage our shame.
Our deepest longing is what we fear most,
And so, isolated, we acquire the pleasure of hating ourselves.
We are those pursued,
From the furthest reaches he comes to make this right.
Trading death blows to restore us to himself.
The Second Adam does it all
Just to be with us.
Beautiful Dust 
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