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I dove into a dream, just the other day. There were two Strong Hands and some balls of clay. The hands were large, sturdy, did I say Strong? With fingers, stretching, nice and long. Watching from afar, I was very intrigued, interested was I..yes indeed. So I watched quietly, silent as I could, didn't want to interrupt that wouldnt be good. After a few seconds of thinkn the hands began. They pulled, and rolled what appeared to be man. Sculpted finely, porportinate too. The hands kept busy, they knew what to do. They clapsed, and closed, touched, n molded. When no thoughts came to mind, the strong hands were folded. It was as if they were seeking perfection, time was needed for the next direction. Never rushing they followed a pace. Especially with the fine details found on the face. I was so consumed I walked without thought. When I stumbled over myself, I thought I was caught. But the hands went on not minding me. What only took moments seemed like eternity. And before long all was right. THE strong hands clapped at the magnificent sight. Scuplted perfection I saw that day. A Man had been created from balls of clay. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere. I was missing, no longer there. In the midst of it all yet I didn't understand. The creation was me, you, the work of STRONG HANDS. Every detail of us, what we see today, were the work of STRONG HANDS and a few balls of clay.
I went to bed and was fast asleep. All was quiet, there wasn't a peep. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, a window broke, and he was there. Standing before me, as I sat in my bed. I pinched myself, was I dead? I wasn't dead but he was here. I should have been scared, but I had no fear. I stared at him n he stared at me. I wiped my eyes so I could see. In the flesh stood the man a red. Again I questioned, "was I dead" He laughed and smirked, and gave a grin. I saw for myself the ruler of sin. He jumped on my bed and said let it go. What was he talkn bout, I didn't know. "Give up on Jesus, he said to me. That man can't truly set you free. I can give you all you dream of. There is more, I can give than unconditional Love" I stared, then lauged, at what he had said. He had upset me, so I jumped from my bed. I immediately went to battle with that Thief. He was trying to Steal my Belief. Soon we wrestled, so he tied me in chains. No matter what he did, my Faith did not change. Said he'd make me wiser, but I knew that trick. When I told him bout Adam n Eve he changed real quick. He went on bout me and all my mistakes. But no matter what he tried I would not break. He went on to make me promises like riches and wealth. He even said he'd could give me Perfect Health. He said he would be with me wherever I go. It was at this point, I told him "NO" "I am satisfied with Jesus Christ. For me, Jesus gave HIS LIFE. For me his precious blood was shed. He's yet alive, He's not dead. Jesus can give me, all those things too, so why would I take them from you? He's my provider and my protection. If I call n ask, he gives me direction. So go back thief, from which you came. My heart is fixed, God knows my name. He won't leave, nor forsake me, that is fact. So you can stop you liar, quit the act. He is my everything my all n all. He's on the mainline, whenever I call. and when it comes to Love, unconditional is true. That being said this conversation is thru. Go away now so I can rest. I faithfully Believe my Saviour knows best.
