For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.
Wandering outcasts, misunderstood by the Church, these vagabond intercessor prophets roam the streets for the lost. Howling in the night air, hearing the Fathers heart. Men and women, with raging fiery hearts, burn for their beloved.
These chosen ones, limping and crushed, breathe this wondrous grace, daily; searching for the ones, trapped in terror beyond description.
Filled with gladness of joy, an anointing that breaks the yoke of spiritual slavery, once held hostage to the spirit of humanism.
The fear of man is lifted from their hearts, no thought is given to personal gain or comfort.
The Fathers heart offends the mind of the religious to expose the heart. His choice, the feeble, broken, and weak hearts.
His foolishness and weakness displayed in mercy and grace.
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