Clammy tears streaking this face that may never be washed clean. Chosen against God in error or in pride, matters not. For I am alone, separated as Christ on the Cross. Bereft of hope, Living but dead, crying out but hearing the echo of my fear in my own inner ear.

Regret, the words and laughter I gave him and her as they tried to convince me the time had arrived for reason. What choice but death now stands before me? As all that is good has gone. Will this stage finally demand a choice from this disobedient man?

Truth, stood before me and I refused to kneel in acknowledgement. Loving self, wealth, worry and design more than the one who gave me life, breath and the choice I so unwisely refused to express. Left is not a direction or term of political affiliation, the pathetic fate of those who are now in danger of never knowing God, heaven or peace. Only hell awaits.

What now as I filter through the history I refused. Knowing that the thing I resisted adamantly, God’s Word would now be my only source of escaping the fate I once adored.

Pages, what pages, what prophets, priests and promise would now lend me access to deliverance. Oh, the simplicity of being born of heaven, the utter calamity and irony of my circumstance. Now wishing I had listened, learned and broken free from the prisons of mind, deception and treasure. Now on the steps of hell, heaven was perhaps all that may be called, REAL.

Behind, past, forgotten, relegated to words and memories slowly ebbing from existence within the minds of those who remember. No Pages, No perpetuity, no continuance once forgotten by men who knew my name. Most of whom have suffered fate similar and would soon be forgotten themselves.

Jesus, the dry tongue visited the Name of Power and relief, a peace I ignored and held ignoble. Now alone was the food for life or a proper death as man having acknowledged God’s creation. A Kiss for the Son that His coming anger would Passover. This much remembered of the Word so precious having escaped my passion; All would be saved who cry out to Him.

This choice I made in instant. The deception would now come and my only escape would be standing unto death against the false faith of worldly dominion. I would offer my life to God in hope of escaping as a martyred tribulation saint. Oh that I had believed. Now no regret would save me. Only the recognition of Christ and His pity upon my unworthy soul.