He Chose Pain

Demands all worship
All allegiance must be His.
I take that as insecurity
The need for affirmation
But what I don't see is His infinity
The fact that He actually is worthy.

His love is supposed to endure forever
But He kills the ones who get in His way
He shouts when they go astray
How then can His love endure forever
But what I don't see is His love pulsating
His emotions coexisting
All-loving, yet He will not sin

When He kills, does he cry
For the lost souls that die?

He wants to be near
But He is Holy
How then can we achieve
this matrimony?
We need the fire
But we melt in the wake.
If we aren't alloyed
With the Holy One.

He knew we would sin
Yet He made us worthy
He let jars of clay
make decisions that would relay
The nature of His glory
And the glory of His story
He let us choose
Knowing how and what He'd lose

He chose a bride
That could choose Him or not
He gave us the power
To move His heart

He chose a bride
That was weak and strong
Weak; in humanity
Strong; in humanity

He chose pain
Over hoarding His glory
He knew we would betray Him.
Only the one who has power to betray
Can ever truly be the one that loves.

The betrayal was a proof
Of the validity of our later choice
For if we chose in the first place
The question may have arisen
Did she ever have a choice?

The betrayal was a proof
Of the risk God took
He gave us the power
To affect His heart.

He entered into another
The all-sufficient one
Chose to marry
He chose to feel pain
He chose to share His glory.

What kind of God is He?
What kind of God are You?

To be loved is to risk betrayal.
He chose pain.