Here I am again in a familiar place once more.

I’m in the darkest part of the dungeon in my mind.

But, this time my praise has created light shining down upon me.

The shadows create an illusion of my hands being bound by chains.

I see where the marks were left but there’s no weights.

Even though this dungeon is cold, wet, and dark,

I find myself on my knees praying,

“Please Abba, please! Bevakasha!”

I will praise you Lord, even in this darkness.

Jesus<3MGP

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