Confusion swarms the mind of John McCladde, voices of possession driving him mad.
On a darkened path from trees of great height, portraying illusions from speckled moonlight.
Stumbling over unseen apparitions, breaking the concentration of proper decision.
Pride masking the hope he's never known, McCladde reaps the evil which he has sown.
Lost in a desolate valley of despair, feeling the presence of evils' stare.
Some type of urgency fills his mind, blocked from the understanding he is unable to find.
Savoring the final drop of his canteen concoction, he panics to face sobriety's introduction.
Fleeing from the reality he has made, the realm of false comfort begins to fade.
Again the urgent tingle inside his mind, is there a mist of hope, a scent of peace possible to find?
Collapsing from the weight of burden, needing relief from this wretched excursion.
Suddenly quick flashes of a man or a king, unsure of the stability of his sober thinking.
But the flashing thoughts wildly swarm, contrasting a blood drenched man wearing a crown of thorns.
Abruptly the vision faces to black, his curious eyes behold a glimmering golden sack.
Laying directly in front of him in the path of his way, he kneels down before it on the ground where it lay.
His quivering hands reach for the curious sack, suddenly a violent force throws John straight back.
A voice of sheer terror fills the air, and the sight of blood red eyes chilling stare.
"You are mine", the voice proclaimed, "to me you are bound and forever chained".
As bursting flames rush back through the ground, the silence returns with the fear he has found.
But then a voice, clear as a bell rang in his mind, "John McCladde there is still hope to find".
The voice was one of peace he had never heard, so attentively he strained to hear every word.
"I am the Way, the Truth and the Life", the voice said, "I will unleash you from this life of living dead".
"Who are you?" McCladde questioned, "I am Christ the Lord of resurrection".
"Retrieve the golden sack for inside is a book, to lead you to freedom, John, go take a look".
As McCladde unfolded the book inside, he read many ways of hope with his eyes open wide.
Finding the cure for sins insanity, he makes a new start, as he takes on the new life with his Savior in heart.
An earthquake destroys gloom all around, and the heavy chains of sin break from which he has been bound.
Clarity and hope he has never known became true, and hope and peace of mind precious and new.
John McCladde found freedom from death and life of his reckoning, for he answered the call of the Lord,
and heard the beckoning.