As she strangled her pillow and writhed in her bed.
Anguish was the only feeling she knew
Until doubt creeped in and saw the death of truth.
It cleared a path for the Devil's lies,
Clouding the truth and blinding her eyes.
She could feel the thick blackness envelope the light.
She now had two choices -- to give in or to fight.
She had so many questions with answers unseen.
She wished to God she would wake up and find this only a dream.
But she did not wake up; the darkness was real,
And its weight oppressed her until she was forced to kneel.
She buckled under the blackness and let out a cry
Of ear-splitting silence that demanded, "WHY?"
She sunk to the ground in blame-shifting agony,
Realizing she was dangerously close to blasphemy.
She then recalled the Psalmist's prayer: Oh Lord, how long?
Struggling to her knees again, she pleaded with God;
She asked Him for an angel to bring the dead to life
And after waiting with no answer, she accepted the night.
Her tears flowed as the Devil whispered lies,
But she fought on her knees with muffled cries.
Her words were taken from her as if by a spell.
The only word she remembered, she clung to: HELP.
And although He sent no angel, He saw her great distress;
The Spirit prayed on her behalf with groans she could not express.
It was then the demons left and their hold was not so strong.
It was then that the darkness became a little less dark and closer to the dawn.
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| Psalm 30:5 "Weeping may last for a night, but joy comes with the morning." |
Romans 8:26 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."
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