Yet an adulteress

He saw what other men failed to see. Beyond her scarred and tarnished exterior bled a heart, mindful of it’s grave mistake. The windows to her soul reassured him that the love he longed to rain upon her would not go unseen. Time and time again he was touched by the feelings of her situation. As a result he became a man of great sorrow, familiar with the rending of a caring heart. His arms, not like the arms of other men, still ached to comfort her and keep her from drifting into the murky shadows.
He felt her spirit lurking in the darkness, peering from the evening’s cry, grasping to find her way. Ever mindful of her journey toward sudden destruction, his spirit burned as a pillar of fire, igniting for nothing else but to show her the way.
Her figure frail and feeble, slowly emerged from the thick darkness, attracted by the light of his compassionate heart. He had become a glimmer of hope, illuminating the very soul of her situation. After all the nights of loving from afar, his desire began to manifest itself, as his arms warmed the structure of her quivering body.
He felt her hunger and gave her to eat. As she became thirsty he gave her water. He took the rags that she wore and gave her his robe instead. As her beauty increased, with his own life’s blood, he promised his unwavering compassion and faithfulness. He ensured her a life of prosperity, refusing to see her return to the darkened place. He gave her of himself until she had become a vision of beauty and the desire of many men.
As the sun sank and shadows walked across the hardened earth, he found her lusting in her own reflection. He knew she saw what she had become. He knew of the whispers of strange men in her ear. He craved for her to reciprocate the love he bestowed upon her but instead she invited the touch of filthy hands.
A stranger she invited into his house, soiling the purity of his environment. His eyes bled as he saw her revel in the arms of this unwanted stranger. His soul ached within him as he sensed that this stranger polluted her mind. He knew the stranger had encouraged the worst. He saw that his life was now as a flickering flame that this stranger desired to extinguish.
In the still ness of night, the voices of angry men awoke him. These evil faces had now captured him, while his lover stood infatuated in the arms of the dreadful stranger. His heart lay broken as the one for whom he exhibited infinite love had now found pleasure in the word of another.
He knew that the stranger sought his lover’s inheritance and not her love. His spirit stirred within, creating a will that compelled him to live so that his lover might live, for he was the only one who could save her from the dreadful stranger. With every ounce of strength within him he broke every chord that had him bound and possessed keys to the where his lover was being held.
For three nights he fought with all his might keeping the face of his saddened lover in mind. After defeating the stranger, he found his bride and embraced her with a love that no man had ever loved before. He restored a joy within her spirit that became her daily strength. He knew her heart and sought to find faithfulness there. He felt that she would surely recognize his love for her after he had wrestled death to the grave for her sake. Surely she would have eyes for him alone.
Still he found her with wandering eyes, yet an adulteress. Leaving the pleasure of his household to sit at the shrine of other God’s. Let the bride of Christ arise and recognize her position. Let us stand in faithfulness and not be, yet an adulteress.