I bend down on my knees, the world lies still around me. I look up to the heavens asking the Almighty for grace. I am a warrior not knowing where to turn, The enemy is rushing around waiting to seize a moment. As I pray, I hear a murmer of voices.
Life is death to the lost, prisoners to death and bondage.
Night after night, week upon week. The voices calling for help. Bondage Guilt Hate Despair Not knowing where to turn. I see a light in the distance, beckoning, always beckoning. Yet like the blind, they turn to darkness, the control of the world.