~~Journey To The Son~~


You, young man.  God hath spoken his gracious word unto thee. 
God has breathed the breath of his everlasting love into your soul.
Why do you flee, my son?

Tis the dark path you have chosen.  The way of the sagging, haggard tree.
Your feet become singed by the fire of the evil road of your way, for Satan
Hath not provided for thee.

Yet, young lost one, you continue on your way, for you choose not to see.
Ahead in the distance a bright light of temptation strike the eye.  Ignore the
Rhythmic pounding of the love of Jesus upon your heart, mind and soul

The houses of  Satan's destiny lie ahead.  Draw nearer to the hut of the drunkard.
The doorman knows you as a regular; drinks are on the house they always say. 
How fitting tis this glamorous way.

Arise with the burden of sickness and fatigue the very next day. 

Walk, deeper into Beelzebub's nest.  The venue of hatred only lies ahead, never heeding to rest.
Brother against brother.  Son against father and mother.  Turn on family and friend;
Yes, young man, Lucifer's way to the end.

Keep walking my son, surely you must.  Trudge along as you will, God's calling
But an obscure memory. 

Behold!  The den of loneliness.  Try, if you can, to exit this venerable abyss. 
Pound upon the deaf wall of the fortress of despair.

Yes, aging one.  You are well into Satan's call.  The Dark Angel who was doomed to
Fall.  Cast down from Heaven to his fiery home.  Keep walking her path if you must,
Underneath his forsaken dome.

Yes, continue on to the lair of fornification.  Such joy and indulgence to behold. 
Feel the empty kisses tenderly prick your soul. 
Bond with another, without the grace of The Lord. 
Feel your heart pierced by Satan's unsavory sword. 
Tis the life chosen, oh aged one. 
Only One can save you from this wretched path.?Jesus still stand waiting.

Once again, pick up the bottle of Beelzebub's Holy Water; let enter the domains of
Hatred, loneliness, and despair. 
Oh aged, supposed wise one, do you not realize
The Lord Jesus still awaits in heaven for you there?

A light has come on above a small hill afar.  The star in the east shine bright.
Rise from your bed of nails and begin your stagger to it with Goliath like might.
Oh, wretched and distraught one, you must dispose of Satan's twisted doctrine prior to your
Journey to the Son......  For David hath slain Goliath, his might and all.  You must dispense
Of yourself to fully hear the Lord's call.

No, my son, the houses along the evil path have not wavered and are void of repent.  You
Must continue through this embittered way with eye only on the illuminated hill where the
One be God hath sent....to cleanse your soul.  To save your life with his everlasting,
Ever-loving Blood. 

No, oh reckless one, tis not an easy road to that hill.....many temtping traps
Lie waiting for your fall.  Continue on your way, oh wise one, listening only to
The Lord God's Call.

There it is, destination at hand.  Setting on a Hill called Calvary, a Rugged Cross
Reaching to sky with unbearable light coming forth . Bottomless pit lay between
The hill and you, my son.  You stand there, hand in pocket, still unsure, trying to
Decide to take the step that will plunge you into eternal life, all the while Satan's Raven's
Attempt to pull you away. 

"Down on your knees, young one, become humble in me, your Lord.  For it is you
That must taketh the step of faith on to my hand to carry you across this pit.  Oh,
My son, hath the Lord lied to thee?  NEVER!  Yet you stand and ponder, and though you have
Eyes, you still do not see! 

"Lord, I see you, but I shall surely die if I step toward the Hill.  The pit between the Hill
And I is deep without end.  I see you, but still I am uncertain."

A thunderous clap in the distance behind you, oh burdened one, is upon you.  Lucifer
Has reared his evil heads.

"You, oh wondrous one, I am the Lord of all that is opposite of the Hill.  Have I not shown
You my Kingdom?  Have not you LIVED my will?  Do you not seek the tangible?  Tis not
Your spirit with me?  Turn thy head and gaze out upon what SHALL be yours.  Proceed to
The Hill, and you shall surely die.  Does not the bottomless pit lay at your feet?  Take your
So called step of faith and assuredly die at 2 score, or come with me, oh executor of my will,
And behold your riches for 6 score, 6 year, and 6 day more."

The burden is great.  Wondrous things abound in the way of the Fallen Angel.

"You, yes, you MY SON!  Look upon that Rugged Cross on the Hill, the Lord speaketh unto thee..."

"I am the beginning and the end.  The Alpha and the Omega, and I ALWAYS shall BE.
I am here, tear of MY BLOOD fall, for you my son, because I LOVE YOU.  I ask nothing,
Only that you trust in me and love me as I Love You.  Look into the pit.  Do you not see
BLOOD?  It is the blood of ALL that is right, ALL that is good, ALL that is eternal.  I offer
Only eternity, my son, with the grace and love of the Father.  Come, little boy, step upon
My hand of love.  I WILL carry you to the Lord's everlasting grace."

"Lord, I am not worthy.  My sins are unspeakable.  Have I not lied, cheated, stole, hated, loathed,
envied, fornicated, gotten drunk, cursed, committed adultery, and many more?"

"Yes, my son, it is true.  But I love you."

"Have I not turned my back on you, cursed your name, Oh Heavenly Master, and continuously
not done your will?"

"Yes, my precious child, it is true.  But I LOVE YOU."

"Why, oh why, Lord?  Why do you love ME?  HOW can you love me?

"Because, you are loved in the Beloved, Jesus Christ....The one who died on the cross for your sins,
My child.  He sits at my right hand.  His blood was, is, and ALWAYS shall be the ONLY
Saving grace for you and your brethren.  The only way to the Father is through the Savior,
Jesus Christ.  Now, MY SON, step onto the bridge of Jesus' blood and cross over to the Hill;
The path of love and ETERNITY."

"Lord, thank you for loving a wretch like me.  ETERNITY.  There are others, Lord."

"Yes, child, I know............................."

You, young woman, God hath spoken his gracious word unto thee.  God has breathed the breath of
his everlasting love into your soul.  Why do you flee, my daughter?


                                                                                             John C. Orlando, Jr.
               
                                                                                                 2/94

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