Evil Monster

The world is like a giant made up of all different parts, I envision it such like different parts of evil nature that makes up the world. But I see it as towering above me shadowing over everything. This big monster giant infested with evil so corrupt it can barely look itself in the face. I see myself looking up at it, because I recognize how small I am. It seems like it is centuries old, and knows a lot about a lot of things.

Evil that wants to eat me up and make me a part of the monster. I honestly feel as if I don't belong here. I want to jump onto the monster and save the lives of everyone who is stuck within it's evil body. I want to do this with the boldness and love of Christ. Because I see flashes of their faces writhing in the beast, and they are searching for the way out but they cannot do it alone. I hear their groans of agony and it drives me to pounce onto the evil mass and rip out the ones crying out.

After taking them out and the beast has become significantly smaller, I want to mend them. Lead them to everlasting love, life, and beauty, a place where the the monster cannot fathom living. A place where they will see the King of the world, and acknowledge him as a living sacrifice sufficient for all. I want to kill the monster, the evil of the world, because it hurts my family, abducts them from sight, leaves them to die.

I cannot do it without Jesus. I can do nothing without Him.

All to God.