I've been crying throughout the day,
As my broken mind gives way.
Warm tears streaming down my face,
As my mind builds its desolate case:
That no one wants me,
No one loves me,
No one cares,
That I am utterly forsaken.
Deeper and deeper,
I descend into the pit,
Where my cry becomes a whisper.
In the darkness, I hear Satan taunting,
"Kill yourself, destroy yourself, end it all,"
His voice is insidious, deeply haunting.
Then I open my eyes
To see a glimmer of light,
Away from the Father of Lies.
On my hands and knees,
I begin to crawl towards the light,
Hoping for some mercies.
My spirit begins to lift his hands
And begins to worship,
Even with unclean hands.
Out of nowhere, like a lightning bolt,
Strength and boldness begin to fill my being,
As I feel the Spirit giving me a jolt.
My voice, like the voice of Christ,
With every utterance, the heavens shake,
As I start to rebuke the deceptive snake:
"Satan, in the name of Jesus Christ,
I claim victory over you,
And command you to stop telling me lies.
I will not bow down to you,
I will not destroy myself,
Nor stand for your lies!
In the name of Jesus Christ,
I command you, Satan, to leave my mind,
My home, and my life!”
With one rebuke, Satan starts to flee,
And God starts coming near to me,
To again give me the victory.
Like the calmness after the storm,
Father God is holding me in His arms,
Where I lay, weak and worn.
His light shining all around me,
Consuming the darkness,
As He lifts me from the pit.
And now I lay back in bed,
Thanking God for one simple thing:
That I am still not dead.
By,
Jeff Dalton
