Wake up Oh Sleeper and wipe your eyes clear of the worthless accolades of men and the securities of this fallen world. The crust is covering your lids, like scales, thick.  Rise out of that drugged-up yellow-smoke-inhaled- daze. So enchanted by your own kingdom, sacrificing to the enticing but lying god of "comfort". Oh that thief god, he stole your joy and left you half dead on the street corner, emaciated but still holding out your vein for another hit. And when the Shepherd came and offered you food and a warm bed in His home, you cried out "give me money, money money" through ungrateful cracked lips, so that you could buy more of the same poison.

Behold, He comes. Too clean to be touched by your dirty hands. He is so close now. He is looking into your eyes. He whispers your name. He is stooping down and pulling you to His chest and weeping over you. He calls you his beloved and although you betrayed Him, prostituting yourself to every other god, He is kissing your face. He carries you home, wrapped in his white garment. He reaffirms his vow of loyal love to you. wake up.