The Noble Man and the Whore: Isaiah 30

Broken, used, and forgotten
a woman sits weeping.
For all her tears she now sees her shame.
Searching for love, but only finding and then
giving over to selfish lust.
Her despair and her sin ever before her
She hopelessly pleads with her stains to be hidden.
A noble man, of endless worthy honor
knows of all her faithlessness
Finds his heart constricted with love from deep within,
grace and mercy he desires to pour out.
He desires to give life for the
grave she dug
beauty for her horrid ashes
Taking her hand, he makes her his own,
redeeming her from the lies that marred her skin.

Here
she is loved,
Here
she is home,
Here
she is clean,
been made whole.

He loved her and loved her till his heart bled out
Mistrusting of his intensity,
He saw clearly as she knew not how to receive,
his steadfastness mistrusted.

She left his protecting arms,
she traded them back for lust,
the only thing she had ever known to trust.
She took back her
ashes.
She burrowed once again a
grave,
to lay her head.
She offered up her body once again
to death,
to destruction,
to defilement.
His heart, pierced with her transgression against his body,
against his heart.
Anguished within, his heart torn, trodden, trampled.

His eyes burned with fire,
His lips full of fury,
His arms taunt with rage.
JEALOUSY propelled him for what was rightfully his,

For his Bride.
For his Beloved.
For His Name.

He fought, he bled, he poured out all his strength to take her back in his arms.
But her stains reinforced once more,
He possessed not the living breath enough to wipe them away.

So he poured out his love, He poured out his life,
He sold himself to buy back the one he Found.

She grieved,
She poured out her now clean tears over the deep grave where his body lay.
True love, true trust, true mercy, true grace,
she now knew for what he gave, what he lavished on her.
All he had possessed, he bequeathed to her in death, his Clean Bride, His Only Beloved.

On his inscription it is engraved for all to testify:

For her
I lived.
For her
I bled.
For her
I died.
It is finished. I’ve ransomed back my Bride.

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