I Remember

I Remember I remember voices in my body takin’ me to unseen realms of hell, I remember voices in my ears forcing me into cold showers to scream Jesus, And I could not taste the touch of the Divine. But in the darkness as I hit my stomach to keep from crawling out of my very skin. In the blackened 10 hours of torment. There was a knowledge that his Grace was greater than my perspective. There was a knowledge that his Grace was greater than my will. There was a knowledge that his Grace was greater than the red in my eyes. And I screamed out to Jesus, “JESUS!! JESUS!!” And nothing happened. But when I slept. When I was finally able to find some semblance of rest. As I look back, I know it was the divine touch. Sometimes we simply do not have the faith to endure. But in those moments it is not our spirits that sing. But rather a Grace that transcends all states of consciousness. That reaches into our very selves and helps us find a way to continue.