by Kelly Pelton (written 02 April 2023)
You dare insult the Good King's daughter, placing her as secondary in the church, ambitious brother, as His justice you miscarry. I must tell you He's impartial but I cannot hold against you this your sin of hoarding power even with the damage you do. He did not protect Himself or get revenge, and nor will I if I am to resemble Him, the Creator who came to die. I'll walk with dignity and love with scorn for gender lies you tell, but holding you in prayer, my brother, for I'll only wish you well. We are royalty because of our adoption by the King. Let's be the goodness, love, and light as priests who now His praises sing.