I had a dream. I saw satan swimming slowly, languorously, smiling, wafting down a river of blood. More and more as he spread his blood drenched arms across each bank, people murdered themselves and murdered their neighbors. Their blood poured out filling the river deeper and deeper, and satan patiently, willfully, joyfully screeched a hideous cry of encouragement. The unwitting souls on the riverbank, stood with their eyes firmly fixed on the heavens spoke the name of God, then committed self-murder, and satans fingers, dripping blood, dragged their souls into his hell bound torrent. Occasionally a bright beam of truth would shine upon one of the souls on the riverbank and they would simply walk away. And satan thrashed and screamed each time as another soul escaped his grip.
1 comment:
Truth Escapes Satans Grip
I had a dream.
I saw satan swimming slowly, languorously, smiling,
wafting down a river of blood.
More and more as he spread his blood drenched arms
across each bank, people murdered themselves
and murdered their neighbors.
Their blood poured out filling the river deeper and deeper,
and satan patiently, willfully, joyfully
screeched a hideous cry of encouragement.
The unwitting souls on the riverbank, stood
with their eyes firmly fixed on the heavens
spoke the name of God,
then committed self-murder,
and satans fingers, dripping blood, dragged their souls
into his hell bound torrent.
Occasionally a bright beam of truth
would shine upon one of the souls on the riverbank
and they would simply walk away.
And satan thrashed and screamed each time
as another soul escaped his grip.
Through Grace Peace
Post a Comment