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Composed by Steven R. Martins
Darkness was all I saw, these dark caverns crushing my soul s hopeful desire for liberty. Chains of sorrow and addiction were wrapped around me every hour, coiled like a snake prepared to devour its prey. Large heavy bricks continuously mounted as a burden upon our backs as we cried out in despair, each brick engraved with the very name of our every sin: lust, pride, theft, envy, and many more sinful acts. There seemed to be no hope as sickness struck our bodies day and night, nightmares of torment haunting our usual resting place as cold stone served as our beds. We were all kept like this, chained, deceived, tortured by our sins, forced to do the work of the Evil one, the one they called the Abomination, the pinnacle of all darkness and the enslaver of the Universe. These days of captivity were quite numerous, nearly countless. No light shone within the caverns, pitch black it remained every day and night. Having no ability to clearly see as my eyesight had faded I was forced to do all things blindly, dragged and pushed around by grotesque creatures of great size and strength. I relied on sound to maintain motion, the sense of feeling in my fingertips served as an effective asset to distinguish my surroundings. There was no hope, no reason to live, I was born into captivity and utterly lost. It was then that the day came, the day I remember so vividly as if it were yesterday. As I continued one morning to crawl towards my work station amidst the grim darkness, I was struck down severely by my iniquities, struggling to arise I was once again struck down with much stronger force still. I could not comprehend why everything, as horrible as it already was, had suddenly amplified. It seemed that the creatures that had been assigned to guard me gripped my chains harder, shrieking and yelling in a language that I could not comprehend. It was apparent that a sense of desperation and panic had arisen amongst them as they shook with fear and fought amongst each other. At first I had not understood why until a large blast erupted from the cave s wall. The sound of crumbling stone echoed through the caverns as a fresh wind rushed in. It was nothing like the air of the caverns which were putrid and horrid with a foul stench found nowhere else. It was within an instant that a warm voice spoke out boldly, with authority and a power not yet known to me, Come all those who are heavy-laden. I bring forth good news to you in captivity! I could not see at all having been blind but with a quick thrust I followed the voice that had spoken out. I am here... I urgently needed to hear what this man had to say but no more did I hear of his voice. Instead, his soft hands came to rest upon my bare shoulders as suddenly a wind rushed past me. This wind was no breeze; instead it pushed forth with a power that I had never before witnessed. Rocks cracked at the very impact of the rushing winds, stronger it grew as each second passed. What followed this great wind was an earthquake unlike any other that had ever gripped the caverns in the history of my livelihood there. The ground shook as powerful tremors gripped the cave within its iron hold. Where once I felt the man s hand upon my shoulder I now felt nothing, but what had caught me by mere surprise was the very restoration of my vision. I could now see and see with such wonderful Steven R. Martins © 1|P a ge
clarity, but what laid before me were not my surroundings but flames of great heights and as intense as the sun, it was a magnificent array of red and gold as I laid there protected from any harm that they could possibly cause me. With these flames followed flares of blue and white as great warmth gripped my cold and frigid body. All darkness subsided as what I saw next I could almost not believe by mere human knowledge alone. Flashes of light rendered vast images, the very beauty of a garden called Eden and the treachery committed by Adam & Eve. From there the parting of the red sea came to full view as the liberation of the Hebrews came to pass. There were countless images that demonstrated such great significance but I could not yet fully understand all of them. Yet what struck clearer to me more so than anything else was the last image that grasped me, it was as if I was there, actually witnessing what was occurring. Three crosses stood in the center of the mount, the one in the middle stood out from the rest as the man nailed upon that cross looked at me with his left eye, the other was far too swollen for him to see. I did not hear anything else but the crowds around him ridiculing him without regret or compassion. Upon looking up at the sign nailed to the top of the cross, there were written words I could not decipher, but within an instant light shone from them as they slowly formed into letters I could interpret. Behold it read, Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews. I understood as the sky began to darken that this was the son of God, for the thought had somehow entered my mind. Everything began to change once a rain drop touched the ground, the revelation came to me however that it was not a rain drop; it was rather a celestial tear drop from beyond our physical universe. A loving Father high above the skies looked down with tears in His eyes as His Son was crucified. With a flash the scene quickly changed as I stood from a distance, looking towards a tomb with a great stone covering the entrance. Within the blink of an eye a light shone forth from the tomb, going on to light the vast expanse of the night sky. The ground shook and the stars faded, shining from within the tomb was what my eyes could not fully grasp nor my mind clearly comprehend as the stone rolled away. The Son of God, the King of the Jews who was crucified had been raised from the dead in triumphant glory and was alive forevermore. It was glorious, magnificent, truly amazing beyond one s own comprehension; it was after all a slight glimpse of God s sovereign glory. As I turned, all quickly faded but one did remain, the great Lamb of God. His face I could not see for the light that shone from Him was far too much for my plain eyes to see. He spoke with a kindness and grace that brought tears to my eyes, Peter Collins, do you wish to be free? I could not believe He knew my name; the Son of God knew my very name. Yes Lord, I wish to be free. The chains of sorrow and addiction suddenly tightened its grip, as if willingly they chose not to lose the one they bound. I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the father but through Me. Upon Him saying those very words the chains rusted and all sickness cringed. Peter, you are free of your chains from now on. Do you wish to be cured of your sickness? From cold metal chains to rust and then dust was the very transformation that had occurred once He had said I was free, in response to His question I spoke with much willingness.
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If you are willing Lord to make me clean, then yes, so be it. With a quick touch of His hand all sickness was bound within me and finally destroyed with the moment He spoke these words, I am willing, for by my stripes you are healed. All my sores, pains, aches, sickness of all sorts that had plagued my very being were entirely done away with. Within an instant I realized that what was left was the very burden of sin weighing heavily down upon me. Lord, I don t know if you could do anything about my sins, but I m sorry for all the wrong of which I ve done. I was repenting of every sin I had ever committed, the big and the small, and He well knew this. Peter, I CAN do something about that. By my blood that was shed upon the cross, you are forgiven and free, your sins have been washed away. At His very words the bricks themselves became as dust and were quickly blown away in a sudden gust of wind. You have much work to do Peter, now as forming part of the family of God, I need you to carry out the task assigned to my people. It had been with eager anticipation that I responded, And...what is that Lord? Whatever He willed for me to do I was going to do it. To deliver the message of good news to the lost captives, just as my faithful servant and friend has done for you. Remember now, I am always with you, even until the end of the age. Light suddenly rushed past me as I returned to where I was before, at the caverns with a man dressed in gold armour standing right beside me. But it wasn t like before, you see; I was no longer bound with chains, no longer with a heavy burden of sins on my back, no longer sick or in a rotten appearance, instead I was free, dressed in fine white linen, and in perfect health. The creatures that had once kept me held captive were both outraged and afraid, but their fear vastly outweighed their rage. They pleaded that both I and the man in armour leave, for the light that shone from within him and now from me was striking fear into the hearts of my enemies. This was my day of liberty, this was the day when I had first said, I once was blind, but now I can say that I am free.
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