 |
|
|
The rain’s falling. Twisted by the wind, blowing through my shattered window. Gray, cold, bitter. Millions of droplets with meaningless lives. Raped by gravity, that irresistible tug of the flesh. Seduced by a creation that has been bartered into sin. They die. Every one. Condemned from their birth to death.
They have no hope.
I am the rain. A droplet falling with no control. Beyond salvation. Beyond caring. I know that I, too, will be dead soon. It’s inevitable, scarred into the splintered earth. I’ll die, as have countless generations. We are plummeting to our destruction. Betrayed by our forefathers. Damned from our conception.
Yet I resist.
I defy the forces that claw at me. I scream my dissent against the principalities and powers. My fist raised by the strength of a Body broken. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Have mercy on me a sinner! Death falls around me. There but for the grace of you, go I.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
|
|
|
