PREFACE
In the middle of night, evil spirits roam the earth. Steadily busy through the darkest hours, they press past humanity's meager obstructions, stealing reason, and leaving doom and destruction in their wake.
Their sultry voices bear false promises of relief for those who suffer life's afflictions. And for the greedy man, their lying tongues vow worldly riches. Masterfully, they set their snares in eternal vigilance for a weakened heart!
Whispering echoes of sin hurdle off stone walls on which iniquitous ghouls dance merrily. Perhaps they prance in jubilation, or in haste to invoke their ghastly intentions in the deathly quiet.
Fearfully, man, born mortal or not, huddles in mock slumber. Breathless and still, he fervently wills the morning light make its appearance. His offspring, emulating his gesture, tightly shuts innocent eyes from fear of the sight he might happen upon in disobedience
In the middle of night, hope shines like a lighthouse to a lost sailor. Far and beyond the reach of the gloom-filled earth, it lights the way to a distinct path.
And, when from the clutches of darkness one escaped, it knew. When on his knees a desperate man cried, "Please, hear my petition!" it heard.