Life was an empty socket despaired of possessing life. Huge hands out spread and raised in imprecation and in threat, with mouth torn open in an anguished wound.



A body tattooed with wounds seen and unseen from the harsh whip strokes of hardship, disappointment, betrayal and all negative vices.



My skin was nothing more than a starched pound or shell of flesh tortured by the unwavering wickedness of the world.



Bitterness and tears congealed into hatred and it flowed through my veins as blood.



My spirit had been tortured by the threshold of pain from the past.



My soul had thick darkness imprinted on it, endlessly it search for even a little glimpse of light.



Not until that perfect gentleman walked into my life, my life was hanged on an epileptic pendulum.



He calmed the rowdy storm that threatened to drown my life away. He brought peace and quiet into my life.



He pulled my soul out of darkness and brought a marvelous light into it.

My spirit, He lifted from the pains of the past.



He washed my body with His precious blood and gave me a new life, new hope, new peace, new joy.



Now I have joy like a river because His grace found me.



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