Heroic Rescue

They will stomp on you. Eat you up, and throw you out. They will humiliate you, scold you, tear you apart. They will destroy your dignity, rip out your heart watch it bleed, and continue. They will feel no remorse when you lay on the ground in tears. They will corrupt your name, and use you until you have nothing but agony left. Who are they? They are them. So witty, so crafty, so wicked, so destructive. They fear no death, and never sleep. They study our minds, and watch our every move. They are skilled, accompanied by one another, forming a deadly alliance. They come and go like seconds in minutes. Forming their plots to make one tragedy. To think, they are so horrid, yet they appear beautiful. With diligent attempts to win you over. They come like butterflies, welcoming and serene. They give affection and show their appreciation. But don't be fooled by their twisted ways, they are only out to get you. To watch you fall. To kill you. In the night, they are thieves of our very souls, of our innocence, and our delicate hearts. When stepping into their domain, you are trapped in a web with despair. Escape, run, before it's too late. Before your soul is sold, to a destructive fate. Be wise, be strong, hold onto His arm. He saves all who cry out. He protects his loved one's fromthem. He glides through the air, and breaks through the door. With resilience to their power, he shoves them afar. In his heroic rescue, he sweeps you away. And you ask what you've done to deserve such a contingency. Out of love for a child, you have been redeemed, the debt has been payed when he died for your faults. Someday when we're home, we can say face to face, how thankful we are, but for now we must pray. He is our hero. Amen. 

Inspired by Psalms.