“My hand is here… as it has always been
throughout time’s existence,” whispered
the voice… to those still enough to listen.
“A hand to nurture, to help, to assist in
every way, even to provide for you… as
you would allow Me to, for I have held
My hand out to you… though you have
chosen not to take it, and one day soon
this chance will be taken from you.”
The man felt something… something strong
enough to linger, as if the feeling itself could
lift him up and he let it pass by… but it would
gnaw at his heart and an ache did develop, one
to tell him on his path by whisper, something he
would strain to hear his whole life… especially
those moments he found the stillness he needed,
the times he did slow down long enough to be
able to hear what he would never be able to
forget… the voice of God, the voice that forever
rang in his ears and continually pulled at his heart,
the tugging of a rugged cross to hang on eternity.
[Don’t be a Scrooge with your own life in the balance… act now to secure the eternal life God paid for. You have but to claim it as yours (not related to ‘the name it and claim it Ministries’- a heresy… God is not a genie) for God shed His blood for YOU!]
Psalm 10:2 KJV The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.