Once upon a time, there was a girl with no soul. She walked the town with her head raised and her strides even. Walking steady as people taunted her flesh that mirrored her fragile bones and was stained a deep purple. Her face remained a cold stone but her sides were cringing under the piercing swords, of words that burned deeper that of a bullet's sting. Everyday she walked these routes of the King's lands, filled with people of higher accord in dwellings of royalty. To them she was a wretched harlot who threw away her dignity and spat on her parents good fortune. She was a rebel. The girls heart was a beating stone that bled in her deep silent agony and she played the part her peers assigned unable to argue her standings or her pain. For years she was dying a deadly role with no way to escape, she was drowning in her sorrows, and screaming calls for life, each day she'd roam the same course. Each day was the same, and it never got better.
Today on her routine walk through the town she was shoved to the ground by tremendous hands, being beaten and cursed, with blowing kicks and rips to her body, she CRIED out her pain she wailed petitions for help. "I need you!" she screamed to an unknown recipient, "Save me!" finally the blows stopped and she laid lifeless in the road. A man came upon her and knelt beside the broken girl, a man no one had seen, or ever known, lifted her chin and breathed life into her lungs. This man in all white kissed her head and raised her to her feet, as he whispered to her heart "I'm here, and I love you. Follow me, and there will be life." The girl wept and wept but felt no more pain, she gazed deep in the mans eyes and fell back to her knees singing praises to her unknown savior. She reached to kiss his saving hands and found herself mesmerized by the scar in his palm. The man knelt beside her and spoke "Because you have cried out my name, I have saved you, under the blood that bled from these scars, you have been set free from the chains of this world and there is a place for you in the kingdom on high, my kingdom, I am Jesus Christ, I am your Lord, and I am your savior."
Cry out to the Lord on High and He will save you, Remember His sacrifice and sing praises for in Him you find a life more abundant than any other. He is healer of our acing hearts and through His blood we are made clean, but to those who deny His name and harden their hearts before His gracious offering, will suffer eternity amidst the flames of hell and the shackles of the enemy. You are not promised time, and you cannot buy your salvation.
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