he was sinner. he turned away from you since birth, striving to follow his own path. that was until you gifted him with something. a bright, beaming ray of sunshine, hope, and faith. he worshipped her until his knees bruised and his throat ran dry. but before he could admit his love for her, you took her away. her dying wish for him: to confess his sins and walk the path she did.

he was a convert. he followed your rules day in and day out. he worshipped you to no end. he gave his sermons, offered his condolences and advice, confessed his sins, and lifted up sacrifices to you. but he wasn't devout. he gave no emotion as he performed. dull and monotonous actions and words.

one night, he was in the church, standing in front of the altar and offering up his nightly prayers. his head hung low reverently and his hands were folded in front of him. until a bright light shone upon him, making him squint and shield his eyes with his arms. the light came down and stood upon the altar with such grace and prestige.

the light dimmed down and lo and behold, it was you. the one. the sight of you made him fall to his knees.