"And the Lord said unto satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy
power; only upon himself put not forth thy hand. So satan went forth from the
presence of the Lord." Job 1:12
A field consumed with dark figures that resembled people was what I saw
that night. Their eyes stared at me. They wanted me. They wanted me like a wolf
wants his prey. I stared back with complete innocence and no fear. I wasn't
afraid of them. They had no power over me. I was eight, and my innocence mocked
My eyes led me to the centerpiece of the table of evil before me. He was
there. He was there in all his glory...his glow penetrating the atmosphere. He
knelt as he prayed, and they stood there bound by his powerful presence alone.
They couldn't touch me. His power was too great. I stared in awe at the
magnificent scene before me. I stared until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore
and then drifted peacefully to sleep.
And as I grew they taunted me. They tried to follow me everywhere. They
were on every corner of my life. They consumed my home and my family. They
attacked & devoured all those I loved right before my eyes. They feasted on
the weak all around me. But they couldn't feast on me. Oh, they couldn't feast
on me. I was betrothed to another. He had already staked his claim, and they
couldn't touch me.
Their hell was no match for my beloved. They tried to bring their hell to
me but my beloved walked alongside me all the way. Where many only saw one
innocent, helpless girl, they saw two... and they knew, they couldn't touch me.
And when I was weak and lost he was there. And they couldn't touch me. And when
I cried and hurt he was there. And they couldn't touch me. And when I wandered
through the darkness, and the branches and thorns scraped my
body, he was there. And they couldn't touch me.
Covered by his blood and fused to his power there was nothing left to
expect but a mighty explosion. Who are they... but the filth beneath the filth,
beneath his feet. He does not waiver and the
mountains bow beneath his feet. His voice guided me through the darkness and
vanquished their filthy whispers. He led his porcelain soldier home, and they
couldn't touch me. They couldn't touch me.