Author • The Osmosis~

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The people who live in darkness have seen a great light

The people who dwells in terrors have seen a great peace

Swords without, terror within, yet Jesus calls

I heard my sister say, "Why are all these things happening to me?

Why can't I break free from this youthful lusts?

Who shall help me from this evil friends?

How did I find myself in this messy company?

How did I get here?

How? What am I doing here?

How ? When did I arrive here?

I was just on my verandah having a pictorial view of my environ

Taking a sip of my favourite cup of wine

And then I saw this young lady, rotund and pleasant to behold

I tried hard to not look

Lo, I did not only look but also peeped

I peeped in to the dangerous corners of hell

I desired the voluptuous meal of demons

With reckless unconcern for my glorious dream

And my heart began to wander far

Far beyond the reach of his grace

Or perhaps I'd lost the Father's touch

I stepped in to a world I never wanted

Because it was not I, my spirit, that desired

but this little but crying flesh

It cried so loud that I was overwhelmed

I took with me my soul and spirit as well

I enjoyed the train of momentary pleasure

I even lusted after women of untold folly

My cravings for gold and success was beyond high

Oh how I did I get here?

Just how on earth did I get here

I who was bought with a price

A price no man can pay

I, who was once in my Father's arms

With yearnings for my righteous love

With longings for an eternal pleasure

Oh how did I leave His right arm and miss His forever pleasure

Just how did I get here?

What brought me here?

Where swords are without and terrors within

I became a shadow of myself with edges rough and future evanescent

And right there in the midst of my forlorn state

In the midst of my despair I remembered that I once received a word

The word of assurance which is now fragmented and broken

I put the broken pieces together and I did read

The fragmented lines read, "the name of the Lord is a s t r o n g tower,

The righteous run in to it and are saved"

And I guard up my loins, tried to rise on my feeble feet

With my legs fainting still

Alas, I heard a faint call

A call not loud enough to wake an ant

Or perhaps I was too far away to hear

Or perhaps I was too deep beneath

But the voice would give up no soon

It kept calling and calling

Faint yet with powers untold

So powerful that my strength came back to me

And I was lifted up on my feet

To see who was speaking to me

And I looked to see he who bears the voice

His appearance was more terrifying than lightning

But yet comely to behold

His helmet has written on it my name I considered forlorn

His face which so glorious that I could not behold

Was more cherubic than the prettiest fabric of anything

He was not of this world

And suddenly my countenance did light up

That even in my state of nothingness I leapt for joy

He brought me back to a strong Tower

He washed me in the river I never knew

So much that I became as white as snow

So much that I became as sharp as a piercing sword

So much that I became a warrior of the secret places

So much that I became dead to my killer desires

Oh he did all these at the Potter's house

Whose house surprisingly is not of clay but of Gold and Fire purifying

And I could not hold this glory within

So I ran far and wide telling of his magnanimity

And I could see my feeble and dusty feet receive beauty

From the propagation of this one message

From the witnessing of this one experience

And up I rise with strength I reckon not from me

And many were brought to this same Tower

This same Tower

And I will do this one thing with much life

With much spirit and calmness

Until he smiles to me

"Welcome home"

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