Into the dark death of no hope and no promise he goes. Into separation from God, the second death reserved for the final enemies of truth. He pays the full price. And the pearl is in his bloody hand, held tight, secure forever. No man can pluck him out of my hand.
Nobody ever has.
Nobody ever will. The Pearl Is Me But Jesus, you re holding it so tight I can t see the pearl. The beautiful pearl, all lustrous and pure. The essence of all a pearl could ever be. I want so much to see it.