Each breath gets harder than the last.
The air does not fill my lungs as it once did.
My body aches.
Every step I take is slower.
I hear a voice telling me to hold on.
“You’ll make a full recovery if you just hold on.”
I reach out, but its hand is not there.
All I feel is empty space and an empty promise.
I close my eyes and pray.
His Word fills the emptiness.
I let out my last breath.
I am free.
My lungs fill with new air.
The pain is gone.
My path is clear, my steps are boundless.
It is through this truth my peace is found.
I no longer live, but it is He who lives in me.
It is only through the power of His endless love,
I am brought back to death time and time again.
I have been crucified…
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