We shiver and stare, into a darkness that eyes may not peel. Layers thick promising every manner of horror our imaginations may conjure. Nostrils flare from the acrid, poisonous fumes saturating our thoughts with despair and gravity.  Our hearts fall short of necessary courage, yet as our boots slide with each step we venture closer to the shadowy gates. The Lord promised and we marched on, here we’ve come to the gates of Hell eager to snatch back those who have found fates tempting. This is the love we could muster, this is the obedience to our faith, that the treasured forgotten few will not fall pray to separation from the Godly things of Paradise. Not while Spirit calls us onward speaking their names telling them it will be Okay.

There is no return from Hades but upon Salvation’s Wing. This is not a place a destination to be traversed, this gelatin web of Spider’s Heart, taught to capture forever those things drawn near.  Yet we shall leave this place in triumph, not in shout for none will ever speak again of this day. There is no reason worth the telling.  This day we saw the truth of God’s willing Grace and the price that men bring to themselves in gods, fallen and sin’s madness. This we do only for the sake of Love, that the Lord displayed for all. This is the task of ambassadors’ journey, not simply to tell but to rescue, care for and return to the Arms of God.

God Loves You World and even if none understand we still shall perform for the asking, though our bones wish to forget and our minds suffer palsy brief. This patience is not my own for all this burning air chokes my words, this is the self control of God welling up through the Holy of Holy’s bound within my chest. Praise God for the indwelling counselor and comforter, powerful ready and confident when these are but ramblings. Thank you Father for asking this of me. This quest has shown the horizons of faith that may be eclipsed in answered promise.

I am redeemed and thank you for loving these Brothers, these men, women who but for the will to make a choice stood catawampus upon the shores of iniquity’s burden, the resting place of angels galore in this spectacle of gleaming dark. So satin black beyond event horizon swallowing light.  Into this fray the Light of the World has come to draw back and save those who have not yet fallen pray to its masterful siren allure.  These few will forever remember that they were truly Saved at God’s Last Moment of Grace.

Now the Wrath, capturing all in its path, spreading the knowledge of True Judgment. The Lion has come it is the dawn of tomorrow’s beginning.  IN Jesus’ Name.