LITERATURE OF GNOSTIC WIvSDOMThey sought me because I am alive.
I rose up and am with them
and speak through their mouths.
They despised their persecutors.
I locked them in the yoke of love.
Like the groom over the bride,
so is my love over those who believe in me.
They thought me rejected, destroyed. I wasn't.
Hell saw me and was miserable.
Death cast me up along with others.
I have been gall and bitterness to death.
I went down with it to the uttermost depth,
and it released my feet and head,
for it couldn't endure my face.
I made a congregation of living men among its dead
and spoke to them with living lips.
My word wasn't empty.
The dead ran toward me, screaming,
"Son of god, pity us. Be kind
and bring us out of the bonds of darkness.
Open the door into your being.
We perceive our death has not touched you.
Save us, redeemer."
I heard their voice and stored their faith in }hy heart.
I set my name upon their heads.
They are free men and mine.