I've been repossessed that I might reap the best, fruit of the harvest. It's hardest in this office knowing that I'm honest with the lawless--knowing that I'm honest with them all, lest I bring an offering like Cain. And then murder my brothers with a gospel that's not the same.

Will fear swallow love?

I serve a God who reigns from above, and gives signs with a dove, and a rainbow. And I know that it rained those, forty days. The sign of peace came through broken sun rays, while the Prince of Peace came walking on the crashing-sea-waves, and Peter tried to walk.

Will fear swallow faith?

In Christ there's a new race--being the Final Adam and the Second Man. Crafted by God's own hand, and, placed in the womb of Mary. The hope of Anna who tarried, in the temple, for the Messiah, while an angel visited Zechariah, and left him speechless.

Will fear swallow hope?

Our salvation floats, a-bove the wrath, but we have brothers who are being sawn-in-half, and two tablets that were smashed because of a golden calf. And Satan? That cat just sits back and laughs because God chooses to brandish a rod instead of a staff. But He loves us, oh, so much more than fear is gluttonous.

And we see His reproof come to truth in the sign of Jonah.