Sin
Like a parasite, it sucks all the life out of you...and keeps taking. Like a disease it makes you vile and unclean. It affects your behavior, I hesitate to be by people because they might get infected. Hypocrite, I live a double standard. Even when I feel on a valley and have divine protection....it hovers over me. It slimes accross my body, scanning for a habbit or weakness where it can eat away from the inside. It strikes and twists and claws at my flesh, making me a hollow man. Once I encouraged others to keep me accountable, but now like Mr. Hyde I snap at them, hoping they will run. Run, Run, everyone run...from my sickness, my slime of sin, it becomes a pool at my feet. The pool forms hands...the hands form talons...from the hands come arms...arms that seem so strong. They pull on my skin and flesh, grabing anything that they may grasp. They are so Strong! They pull me under, to there detestable leval. "HELP"...I ring of a blood curtling screem, "HELP, PLEASE...". Tears streem down my face and fall into the impeding Slug. "I am sorry", I choke out..."I am sorry I pushed you away, all of you away...please don't leave me here"!! "Are you going to leave me here?!?" But no one can hear my cry, for they can not see my silent unmerciful killer. People walk by me, and they smile. They look apon my sufficating body...and THEY SMILE! Why do they smile? What inhuman person would see one of there own, choking, struggling, dying.....and smile?!? The strangest part is...I smile back. And then, I loose hope. I discontinue my struggle, and allow the razor sharp talons...the crusing hands...and the blackest arms to tear me apart and submerge me. All Hope is lost! I am discusting. I am weak. I am empty. I Am cold. I am hurting. I am alone.
And then He comes. At the moment when no one else is willing to touch me... He reaches down. His strenght is unfathomable, as He lifts me out of the devouring muck with ease. My hands touch His hands, and then I understand...my skin touches His...and I feel his scars. Scars that were created, that were inflicted, for this exact moment, so he could lift me up from this deadly dark murk. I examin myself to find that none of the sticky poision is attached to me, it lies at a puddle at my feet. I say to him, "How is this possible"? He says "What is impossible for man, is possible for God." (Matthew 19:26)
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