I have "Gomor days" and as I walk out on God He provides food and clothing. I fly after my lovers thinking "Oh! You provide so well for me dearest to me of idols!" And in return I find myself naked and bruised in the town square for sale as a less wanted slave when God comes and clothes me whispering love in my ears "Come home, I love you. You are My beloved bride. I will hold you again as mine, I will kiss you again like you never left. You are Mine and I am yours. Come, I will take you home with Me and heal your deep wounds again, forgive you this painful mess against Me again, and we will make love together. Not because I am angry or to get revenge, I will not handle you that way. I will be with you intimately again, even though you have gone out our door and loved another the one way, the ultimate way, you were only meant for Me. I know what is best for you, I have it for you already. What you need is with Me, at our home without your lousy lovers. Will you come willingly for Me to love? Will you love Me? Repent. Come home."
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