Evening shadows casting haunting images about me.
Strong winds howling tormenting messages to my mind.
Forces from hell increased in strength.
As I whisper weakened prayers for help.
Granted an assignment, I was to become a warrior.
While unlimited source of light begin surging through my being.
My Predestinated purpose was to proclaim, deliverance for the lost soul.
Had I not gone through such a hellish place?
Else would I have known there is hope?