His Sacrifice

Old sins come creeping up on me.
It's been close to 4 years, but I still feel the effects of the mistakes I made back then. They are etched onto memories, both mine and others who stood by watching.

Are you one of them?
Are you judging me now?

The reason I'm free from those nightmares is this: Jesus' blood covers me. I'm eternally grateful.
You don't know what it's like until you've been down there, living in darkness, the kind that hangs like a thick, suffocating curtain, threatening to smother you, and sometimes, it almost succeeds.
The silence is so loud its screams pierces the innermost of your soul.

Jesus rescued me.
Quit thinking I grew out of it. I didn't.
Quit thinking I moved on. I couldn't.
Quit thinking I was enlightened. I wasn't.
I was rescued.

Do you hear me? All you unbelieving ones!
I was rescued.

I believe in the light at the end of the tunnel.
I've seen it, I've lived by it, I'm walking in it.