Trip To Sheol
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Staph infection that got in my bloodstream. It could go either way. Was it an out-of-body experience or just an elaborate dream? Whatever it was, I certainly won't forget it. The experience of deliverance by crying out to God was real.
More awake than ever before
In a Universe of Darkness!
The cold grips me to my core,
But without a body, shiverless.
No heavenly bodies or light,
Only layers of blackened fog.
Then a figure appeares to the right,
And moving, disturbs the bog.
I am disturbed! But who am I?
I don't even know my name!
Who put me in this frigid sty?
And why do I feel no pain?
All is silent, no sound is heard,
Though figures move undeterred.
I am frozen, bound somehow,
Why is my movement disallowed?
It is a dream I tell myself,
But, how can I escape it?
I'll cry out to the Lord Himself,
"Please, free my captive spirit!"
"Sir, sir, take your temperature?"
As she taps it on my teeth.
I could not write my signature,
'Cause my memory's still on leave.
Oh my God, the pain is back!
And now I start to shiver.
Because of drugs my senses lack,
But at least some light - a sliver!
And now I knew I did not die.
The staph, it did not kill me.
From the Darkest Pit, He heard my cry,
And chose to give me mercy!
Maybe it was all just a dream,
But, man, it eclipsed those drugs!
And made me stronger than I seem,
In the Inner Man - that's my plug!
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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