The Box
As I swim through the sands of time I come across a box.
Within that box is, my life and every thing I have done, the good and the bad.
I can hear every word I have spoken, see every thing I have done and worst of all re-think my darkest thoughts.
As I stand there looking in that box the worst floats through my mind, thoughts of pain and torture I can not even start to imagine. As fear and doubt mingle in my mind I feel something raining down on me. As I look around I can see it is drops of blood, I start to cry for surly death has come for me.
All of a sudden I hear a voice so full of love and peace, I stand there in complete and utter terror as it says to me, “It is me cant you see? Do not cry for I am here and you are free.” I slowly look up and I see a man nailed to a cross then, I realize that he died to save me.
written by me
As I swim through the sands of time I come across a box.
Within that box is, my life and every thing I have done, the good and the bad.
I can hear every word I have spoken, see every thing I have done and worst of all re-think my darkest thoughts.
As I stand there looking in that box the worst floats through my mind, thoughts of pain and torture I can not even start to imagine. As fear and doubt mingle in my mind I feel something raining down on me. As I look around I can see it is drops of blood, I start to cry for surly death has come for me.
All of a sudden I hear a voice so full of love and peace, I stand there in complete and utter terror as it says to me, “It is me cant you see? Do not cry for I am here and you are free.” I slowly look up and I see a man nailed to a cross then, I realize that he died to save me.
written by me