Whhatever we can imagine God might do for us in Love, our imagination is insufficient. Once one accepts this, devotional language becomes almost inevitably excessive, since grace is not only shaken down and pressed together, but is also running over.
Sorry, Bro. Even for you, I don’t think that cuts it.
It won’t cut it standing before God The Father . . . nor the Son . . . nor even before Mary herself.
Wanna say what’s wrong with it? I’m open.
Actually, I’m going to check out the inside of my eyelids for a while and then go the papist conventicle to engage in abominations. But I’ll be back before I turn in.