“Predestinated Purpose”

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?

Sonja Arnold

©2006