AN OPEN LETTER TO GOD

I’ve once again lifted my eyes to the hills whence cometh my help. The birds’ flap sings of the aroma of your glory, the fascinating landscapes speaks of your calmness yet omnipotence. The spanking oxygen that greeted my nostrils this morning speaks of your unmeritable mercies to a sinful heart. Thank you.

Thank you, El Shaddai, for giving me hope when the world watched me sink. Grand thanks for liberating me from the shackles of smothering hell. Thanks for the extra paragraphs when I thought my life was coming to a conclusion.

I’ve loved darkness. I’ve desired the pleasant taste of sin. I’ve licked the overflows of a wayward life. I’ve ran on the tracks of destruction ignoring your ever-welcoming hands, your soothing voice beckoning me to your throne of Grace. I’ve been best friends with vessels from the pit of hell. No more. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be a slave to sin any more. I want to cling to your shoulders, be on your lap and experience the warmth of your Grace.

I’ve judged within my heart. Condemned fellow created to hell’s den. I’ve judged fornicators ignoring the lascivious feeling in my heart. I’ve judged robbers ignoring the covetousness in my heart. I thought I was perfect. Oh God, negligent was I that on the Day of Judgement, the weight, degree, level, severity and scale of sin would be useless.

Elohim, purify thy heart. Overhaul thy thoughts, and regulate thy speech.

This is my earnest supplication to you. Amen.

Yours created,

Darius.