The maker of galaxies knows my name

The universe proves your existence

Immeasurable, innumerable, unconceivable

No eyes to comprehend because everything in our world seems to have an end

Perspective

You shrunk into a body, you chose to leave behind your Glory

You came to rewrite our story

Humble isn’t even a good word to describe it

The author of time and maker of galaxies was beaten and scorned and hung wearing thorns

For what? Love. For who? Us.

As vast and incomprehensible as the universe is the love of Creator for His creation

Perhaps the universe exists to separate sin farther than infinite lifetimes can comprehend

East and west

Are no reachable locations

All the same, love has no limitations

No boundaries or borders

He chose to die

Reunited