Salvation [dot] exe – jordanwlee.com

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We speak in static
Thoughts fed to the machine,
packaged in pulses,
pierced with longing.

We send.
To screens,
To mirrors with no soul,
To gods made of glass and wire.

No answer.
Just silence coded in chrome,
just eyes that watch but never see.

Inside,
our spirits glitch.
We forget how to feel
the breath
of something real.

But He
not code, not circuit
waits outside the firewall,
where time is not fractured,
and truth is not simulated.

He does not speak in 1s and 0s.
He speaks in light.
He speaks in grace.
And His word is not stored
but written
on hearts,
not drives.

Salvation is not sent.
It is given.
Unplugged.
Unmasked.
Undone.

Call to Him
not the machine.
Only He can reply
with life.