Compromise was a word she'd heard but never experienced.
She stood between the devil and the blue sea, and compromise was a titillating escape in that space.
The devil called to her soul.
His dark side beckoned the deposits he'd planted in her mind.
She was Eve again, doubting God's Word, and considering the devil's deceit.
He promised her nations and the globe; he swore to fill her empty whole and power her elbow;
His devil-tongue rolled its snake-like double edge round her heart, and snuffed the light of God's Amen.
She walked as if hypnotized by the abyss of the devil's sparkle,
and...
then she heard the waves...
The calming sound of its storm beckoned her soul 'come'.
The red sea lost it metaphorical assumption, and before her eyes, it became the attraction of the literal redemption.
The Red Sea of Love...
The waters waved its substance in the space the Master set its boundaries...
The blue faded its slurping-sloshing movement, and rolled into the painful wrenching red of blood.
She watched the mysterious 'great sight', synonymous to the absolute strange of history past that captured the prophet, Moses.
She beheld intently, the Person whose bleeding disturbed the blue, as HIS body was a great big mass of red hue.
The tongue twist around her heart strained to contain her curiosity, and the devil grabbed for her personality, calling to his seed within her to respond to his animosity....
To no avail...
She looked beyond the sea, into the eyes of the Majesty bleeding blood so precious it flowed like a river of diamond sparkle.
She stared into His eyes and understood her stubbornness put that pain in their beautiful, glorious reality.
Still...
He beckoned her 'come'.
She ran!!!
Compromise is a word she now understands.
She understands that she would never apply herself to its deceit.
SHE NOW IS, FOREVER OWNED!!!
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