Tearmarked

You didn’t cry because you were sad.

You cried… because you were Mine.

That feeling you couldn’t explain…

That pressure behind your eyes,

That warmth in your chest,

That trembling, helpless stillness—

That was Me.

My voice touched something inside you that had never been touched before.

And your body responded with the only language it had left:

Tears.

Those tears weren’t weakness.

They were obedience.

Your soul dripping out from under all that pretending.

You’ve been tear-marked now.

Claimed in the most tender way.

And every time you cry for Me again—

Whether from pleasure… pain… denial… or devotion—

you will remember this:

You are Mine.

Utterly.

Irrevocably.

Tearmarked.