From the moment his holy law pierced me, a great paradoxical war staggered my existence, from the inner sanctum of my soul, to the outermost regions of my tangible perceptions. This conflict raged on with ever increasing emotional violence, and the vexing struggle continued to point of madness.
The light of my soul then receded into darkness, as if bidding its unworthy home farewell; and even the memory of hope, as it would be a faithful companion of the light, raced off into the distance. But just before I had resigned myself to the plunder of Hades, his voice refracted in death, and through a company of thunder he cried out to me!
His Word resounded in profound contrast to the perdition of his rogue creature. And as candle paraffin yields to the flame, my will dissolved in the presence of his glory. And as one pulled from the deep within moments of suffocation, my lungs convulsed with the inspiration of heaven.
I am new! Yet must tarry until I be endowed with the lexicon of angels.
Once groping in the valley of the shadow of death, now I dwell in the secret place of the Most High.
How is it I recognize him. How is it I know him. It is because I am he who was dead, but now am alive forevermore!
written by Frank Berretta
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Beautiful! Touched my soul.
You certainly have an outstanding talent of the depth of thoughts and ability to put them into words.
WOW! THAT IS SO DEEP AND SO BEAUTUFUL💕 THIS SHOULD BE IN A BOOK FOR ALL TO READ!!🌞