A Vision Draft # 1
I. I saw a vision— A city whole, led by a family, Branches wide, peace in every corner. But when I woke, it was gone. I asked, “Why?” So I moved to fix what was broken. At first, I came pure, sincere. Then, I tried to fight evil by becoming it— And lost myself. I hurt others, blind with pride.
II. Then came the darkest place. Depression wrapped me. Death whispered—mine or another’s. But God pulled me out. Hid me. Taught me that many speak, But few care to act correctly. I repented. Some still want my death. But I can’t die where I’m called to live. I was protected, not deprived. And now I see that clearly.
III. The enemy failed—I still breathe. These scars? They speak truth, not shame. I’m not here to just kill demons, But to reach the ones Who think God stopped listening. He hasn’t. He waits still— Loving, listening. We will continue to talk about Him In a way the broken can understand.