How do you love me?
I am an animal, chasing down hateful
desires as if my salvation meant nothing. Like Israel before me, my
flagrant whoring reeks from the high places. Yet the Lord is
faithful? His love carries on. My family remains faithful. My friends
still love me and accept me. They see my lewdness, my blantant
disregard of the gift I've been given, and yet they love me still.
Why?
This is the best I can do to explain:
“Death. I am death. I hunt,
molest, and kill. I prey on the weak and unsuspecting, luring them
into abandoned trust before ripping their heart out. I destroy
because it is what I do.
My name is Peter and I hate.
Love. I am love. I spend my effort,
time, and thought for those around me. I give to anyone and everyone
that I come in contact with, seeking their benefit with no reserve. I
give because it is who I am.
My name is Peter and I love.
I am two men, polar opposite yet
struggling for dominance over the same life. I am chained to death,
yet living still. The things I long to do, I do not do. I do the
things I hate.
My name is Peter and I am wretched.
There is a man who offers life. I
chose to follow Him. He gave his life for me, I gave my life to Him.
He is my hope. He is my freedom. He is the life in my soul.
My name is Peter and I am forgiven.”
People can love me because they see the
life in me. I am reborn. I fight so that the good may defeat the evil
inside, but I no longer want the evil to win. The ones who know me
best will see my fight and love me for it. Death lives in my body,
but I am no longer death. I am love, and I am loved.
-Rock Darkwater
