God’s love is in his eyes.
When he sees me, I am blessed.
God’s sword is in his tongue.
As he cuts me, I am undone.
God scales are in his hands.
And upon them I am judged.
I am deformed. I am incomplete.
I am restored, I am made whole.
My all for my love, my master, my god.
My all to my purpose, my direction, my soul.