The Morning was eerie,
Cold hands, I was shivering.
I began to wonder how suddenly everything became icy,
I mean – this is not me!
So tight and fettered felt the grip of death
I was plunged, I was down, I was sinking four feets…
To think I was gone and done for
Warmth tickled my left ear
You might wonder how I got to feel it since I was no good but dead
It then struck me that even death had no say in His presence,
I felt goose bumps as a hand laid on my left shoulder.
It must be the devil himself I feared
But then how would his hands be soothing and warm?
A hundred and eighty degrees turned I to face… Light!
I faced light! One so dazzling that my eagle-eyed iris could not contain its rays.
There I stood feeling like a mere dark shadow and for once it crossed my heart, the great darkness it had been enveloped in – Oh! How worthless it made me feel.
Thinking of worthlessness, I remembered I had been touched. Who touched me?
I wasn’t a fool, I wouldn’t deceive myself that I was ignorant of it
At least, I heard the pastor once mentioning of how great He is that dwells in light!
It clicked! What if I was before judgment but this couldn’t be it, I was a believer!
Invading my thought was a soft voice that asked, “what are those stains?”
Okay I was confused – “What stains?”
I looked down and on my garment I saw different colour stains,
“How did they get here?” I screamed, “I have a white garment and my pastor said so”
I don’t know how it got there but I badly wanted to be in that light, to feel that warmth again,
It became obvious I wasn’t worth it for He who dwells between Cherubims is the Holy of Holies.
The pass was a white garment and smartly I thought I could get Ariel or Omo to wash it.
Just then I felt someone nudge me, and I was back to the real world. It was a trance, to show me I was spiritually deaden.
Suddenly my head got spinning,
My sins caused riot in the centre of my head,
I was dead in sin but I had to be dead to sin.
As I began condemning myself
Isaiah 1:18 parted my lips “…though your sins be like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow”
It gave me hope of a second chance
There and then, on the surface of the water I was to be immersed in, was Romans 6:4
“therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death; that as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in the newness of life”
Behold, I would be whole again.
Written by Marhvie
this is a wonderful write up.God bless you