The One who carried the cross on his broken and marred body was Love

Love sought out the lonely, the rejected, the broken-hearted, the defenceless…

Love saw the despairing heart and wounded spirit and he walked the way to Deaths Hill so that he might take the place of his beloved

Love cries out daily… come you weary one

I am the living water to satisfy your eternal thirst

I will clothe you in royal robes of my righteousness

No longer will you bow your head in hiding and shame

I have made a promise signed in my blood

That I will never turn you away

So come my precious one… I have loved you forever…

Kristina Constance Olise