The Redeemed Past of the Believer

A Poem by Apollos

Nothing is wasted with God.

We were once controlled by the Unholy Trinity.
We were The Walking Dead consumed by The Matrix whilst being manipulated by the hands of The Great Puppet Master.

Dead in our transgressions and sins.
Trapped in a delusion of self-hatred and self-glorification.
Never being able to find that right balance of imperfection.
More compromise as the pain just won't go away.
People become objects and objects become Saviors.
Vices become lovable treats.
Turns out it's all you can eat.
The cost is more than you can swallow which can cause one to wallow.
Rinse, dry, and repeat.
What a vicious cycle.

In a world where you can see, touch, hear, smell, and taste.
Yet there being a place that claims a stronger reality than we have ever known.
There's a road where we know the final destination and what it will bring us.
But will we go down the road lest traveled where the outcome is seemingly unknown?
What did we do when we found out home is not Home?

We had been blinded over the strings that lay attached to this broken caste of perfection.
They get plucked and triggered in the midst of our docile state.
We had become irate in an unforgiven race. We then chose to participate in a Madman's Prison Escape.
Deceived into thinking we are in control by a Power that actively works within us.
A Power that only works to devour its host for what little life It has left.
It seeks the remnants of a Paradise Lost in a place that has a Lost Paradise.
The Anti-Thesis of the Algorithm of Life.
Seeking to find any method to keep the Drones in their strife.

Yet the very thing missing from the Empty Vessel has been provided: Love!
Where there had been previously nothing has now been rebooted.
Clarity of vision, adoration in speech, outward thinking, and empathy of heart are now all advancing in unison within a Community under a common vision lead by a Central Leader:
Jesus as Lord and Savior.
We’ve been bestowed the righteousness of the Righteous Role Model.
Gifted with the words to speak and power to speak them.
Granted a Helper who guides, convicts, intercedes, and empowers.
Entrusted with a royal inheritance gifted to the Royal Priesthood.
Called to be different than those seeking to be Black Holes.
Rather a Moon who relfects the light of The Star it orbits,
Showcasing that light unto a Dark World.
Declared righteous by the Righteous One.
Cleansed by The Blood of all our afflictions.
Cared for by The Lamb offered up for us.
The Light penetrated the darkness,
Absorbing the darkness along the way so that death could hit the hay.

Great is Thy faithfulness.
Greater is He who is within us than the One given control over The Matrix for a temporary time.
May The One who set us free be The Source of your jubilee alongside those who have been redeemed.