Out of love

In the beginning
He was
They were
The three
Not lonely or alone
God passed the everlasting before creation
In love

Caught up in constant ecstasy
The three
Needed nothing else
No one else
But from the overflow
Of emotion
They planned a story
For their glory

Knowing what was coming
Knowing the cost
Deciding already to submit to the cross
They created

Out of love
Out of a desire to share
They prepared and perfected
The world where they would be rejected

Out of love
They begged us not to
But knowing that we would
Still, out of love
They bought us back with blood
And thought it good