| | Inspired by Psalm 18
September 8, 2008
My face flat against the ground.
My heart stopped; can’t make a sound.
I remember being here before;
The black flames, sulfuric shores.
How did I fall so far so fast?
A castle strong I’d built at last,
But now with thirst my lips are parched.
I cannot see so thick’s the dark.
The hardest part of being here’s
Neither the anguish nor the fear;
But before a perfect love had I,
And it’s my fault I’m doomed to die.
Tears draw lines upon my face.
To where they fall, I cannot place.
My lungs shutter; there is no air,
But then, I’m dead – why should I care?
A voice greets my ear in haughty statement.
My hope shattered like glass on the pavement.
“Child of darkness, all alone,
This shall forever be your home.”
My heart jerks with the sound;
Demons screaming all around.
Hands grasping at my hair.
I flail back. There’s nothing there.
My screams fall deadened in the night;
A thud on dead ears without bite.
The more I cry and fight them back,
The stronger they come, the more they attack.
A noose is squeezed around my neck.
The devils’ howling louder gets.
Until time I feel no more.
My feet are lifted off the floor.
Used was my last second chance
Like a harlot’s flirting glance.
My heart is broken, not for me,
But for the Prince I chose to flee.
Disgusting, selfish wretch I am
To think I had a better plan.
The path I’d taken led me here;
My Lover had called out with tears.
This path He knew would lead to Hell –
A place I now knew very well.
What I would give to undo that day!
Surely I would go His way.
I knew He wouldn’t want me now:
A sinful whore, a dirty cow.
The guilt sank deeply like a knife.
‘Here’, I thought, ‘Comes the end of my life.’
For a moment, all is still.
The darkness nearly smothers ‘till
A faithless, feeble prayer breathed I,
“I’m sorry, Lord.” And then I die.
But all at once, there is a change.
The dark ones shrink, the mountains shake.
The sky snaps open like a scroll.
To where it came, the darkness rolls.
And there He comes in glorious light –
His sword raised high, prepared to fight.
My King of Kings, my Lord of Lords
Had come to save His little girl.
One mighty blast from golden horn
And all my enemies were gone
Back to the mire from whence they came:
Blown away by Jesus’ name.
Down to me He reached His hand,
Cut the noose, and helped me stand.
My God had come for me on time.
Gently, He pressed His face to mine.
Slowly we breathed – He out, I in –
And timid I looked up at Him.
My eyes now softly filled with tears;
He tenderly bent to my ear.
“My child, know you are never alone;
I’ll always be here to carry you home.”
“But how could you want a traitor like me?
You showed me love, and I ran from thee!”
“Can you trust me now?” He said.
“With all my heart.” I nodded my head.
“I’ve paid the price for all your sins;
Come take my hand and live again.”
And then I grinned from ear to ear;
Nothing more had I to fear.
He swept me then up off my feet –
A greater joy was none so sweet.
Never again would I live on my own.
My heart beat praise: I was going home.
THE END
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Wow. This is beautiful. You're beautiful! Wow.