The Rescuer
In my darkest hour,
Sitting quietly with my head against my knees.
Bound to chains that grew from nowhere.
Strength has escaped my body and all that is left
Is what feels like an empty shell with no fight left in it.
Ideas flooding my head with no end in site.
The victory of my voice evaporated,
All that I'm left with is a whimper.
Without energy or hope,
I use my whimpered plea to call out for help.
In my lonely cave I do not expect a reply
But it comes...a call for battle.
I hear a commander calling soldiers into war.
I hear the stomping feet of a powerful marching army.
I feel the chariots racing quickly through the heavenly realm.
The struggle raging above me, the war being fought for my life with Word and Strength. A war not being wrestled with flesh and blood but against principalities and powers of the dark world.
Although I cannot see it, I can feel it and know with hopeful gratitude that My Savior is coming for me.
There is silence and stillness in the air. I wait for the winner to come claim his prize.
The battle is over and victoriously before me the door opens wide. Light fills the room and all is exposed. The King enters in his majestic glory. Surrounded by heavenly beings who sing Him praises He stands with keys in his hands in complete control.
His very presence makes the shackles that bound me break away, and life is blown inside of me like rain falling over a wilted flower.
With the stare of his eyes he heals me and with his smile He makes me whole.
He cloakes me with new clothes, and with his white robe he cleans my broken body. Before long I stand before the Lord free, healed, clean and amazed.
He had heard my quiet plea and he had come to me. He did it not because I was deserving, but because He had compassion for me and for some reason, He loved me.
To God be all the honor and all the glory forever and ever amen.
"Oh Lord, surely I am Your servant, the son of Your handmaid, You have loosed my bonds" Psalm 116: 16
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