My Savior
They're everywhere. Clawing and tearing. Taunting and screeching.
They never leave. I can't breathe. They shove me and pull me.
They kick me and beat me.
They have faces from my nightmares. I desperately reach out my hand to grab something, but there's just empty darkness.
I scream out for help, but there's no sound. I kick and fight back, but I can't get free.
I will never get free.
More and more. Day after day. Nothing but their screeching and beating.
Their claws rip into my skin; my heart, leaving gaping wounds. I scream out in pain.
I catch a glimpse of two blood red eyes piercing my soul.
That horrible, horrible face grinning at me. He stands there, watching, laughing, telling them the shove me harder.
I scream in terror. Hot tears burn my cold skin. Evil laughter echoes above the noise.
The pain is unbearable. I'm trapped in my worst nightmare and there's no waking up.
This is real. I can't take it anymore.
The dark walls are caving in. I feel myself squeezing smaller and smaller.
My weak body is being crushed under the weight. My strength is leaving.
I want to fight back…but I just….can't. I can't think.
I'm so tired. I have to give in.
There's no way out; no hope. They're just too strong.
Through the beating, I see a Light.
Just a sliver of gold, but it's there. Hope.
I keep my eyes fixed on the Light. I can't lose focus.
I reach out for it and it gets stronger. I find the strength to push towards it, but the Darkness pulls me back.
I keep struggling and fighting, but the Darkness keeps its hold.
I scream out for help. Then the golden Light moves towards me.
They're still all around me, clawing and tearing, not giving up.
Then BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! One by one they are yanked off of me. The Light slams another one into the floor. BOOM!
The weight is lighter. I can breathe a little but there's still some left.
They kick and shove my bruised body.
The Light keeps throwing them off. BOOM!
They now see they can't win. They screech and hiss at Him, but flee into the darkness.
I lay there, crumpled on the floor.
Strong, firm hands grip my arms and gently pull me to my knees.
Through my tears I see the most beautiful face, shining with Glory.
His warm smile melts my heart. I rise to my feet and he throws his arms around me. I bury my face in his chest.
It's the safest I have felt in a long time. The pain is gone. The wounds are healed.
I never want to leave. They're gone, all gone. They can never torture me like that again. Christ saved me.
One minute I was being tortured by the Evil One and the next I was rescued by my Savior.
If He can rescue me from my chains, surely He can rescue anyone, from anything. I am forever in His dept.
I would truly be lost without my Savior.