The chorus in your heart rang in your ears when you preached upon that staged, your core shook and your body ached. When you finally gained the privilege to be near Him, you felt you could fall to your knees. Your eyes burned at his sight, your skin was on fire, and a single look at you, a minor charm of Him smirk, that vibration from his throat when He hummed, you gripped at your chest when you realized he was godly.
If you weren't invested in the church before, you surely was now. Coordinating within groups to plan events, showcase your God's brilliant light to others like He did to you. Gathering signatures, decorating and cleaning the sacred grounds, gathering more members, attending cookouts and dinners and charities. You didn't need the studies to read over the sacred texts over and over, you cheered them at night before and in bed.
When you'd pass Him in the halls, your head bowd deeply. When He'd take his loving time to greet the members, your sweet gaze wouldn't go unnoticed, earning you one of his quiet blessings. When He'd call you to his lounge, a short command for you to pour His wine during the cooling evening. When He's hum would vibrate through you as his swift hand gestured you wash His feet. Only granting you the privilege to gaze at His face so intently while His leaned back and eyes rested. Granting you the privilege to run the brush through His hair a hundred times if He ask you.
How jealous did you make the others who yearned to be as close, to be praised for your dedication, to be the one granted of this love.
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