Now I fear nothing, and trust nothing but You! You never let me go so far
that Your hand could not reach me; with a rod of iron You drove me from the
moth eaten, blight infested wasteland - into a desert no less! I was all
but abandoned there to die. Like a leper my brethren forsook me; while the
world came near to mock my despair - "where is this god for whom you choose
to die? Where is this victory of which you did so proudly boast?" They
brought me their "cure", soon my vision was all but gone. . . despair,
despair, and the painful memories of what once was - all too much to take.
Running from the Lord, running to the Lord, running from the world, then
letting it envelope me all over again. . . I never thought that by casting
the strong demon out, that the onslaught of the "seven more powerful" would
be so overwhelming. . . if You had been there - if I had not drove You away
- You would have been my Champion. But the fact remains that I allowed the
poison of blasphemy and the foulness of abominations to enter my mind and
spirit; pride, self, and a trust in man brought me to the brink of death
(spiritual and physical)!
Then by Your mercy, fire rained down upon me and drove the demons away,
burnt up the wood, hay, and stubble by which my house was
constructed. . . thank God the Foundation could not be shaken, yet all the
stones laid up by man crumbled to dust! You then spoke to my dry bones and
breathed the Spirit back into me; You restored my life! Hallowed be Your
name, mighty God! How wondrous is Thy wisdom, and endless Thy mercy, and
what a precious requirement is Thy grace. . . forever and ever You are
worthy to be praised!