The spirit shrieked, it rent him sore, and came out
Jesus gave the filthy vile spirit its marching orders:
He ordered the “Dumb and deaf spirit,
Come Out of him & stay out!”
The demonic spirit Screamed,
It thrashed about, as it left.
The one who had been possessed was pale as a corpse,
People thought the persons life was wrecked
But Jesus, taking his hand, raised him up.
EVIL never surrenders its hold without an aggressive fight.
We never appropriate our spiritual inheritance through a walk in the park,
There are grim contentions on the battle field of life.
In the secret realm of the soul
there are multiple things warring against us.
We win our spiritual freedom at the price of blood.
We fight with locusts the size of war horses.
They have gold crowns, human faces, long hair,
They have the teeth of lions & iron breastplates.
The sound of their wings is the sound of charging
horse-drawn chariots charging into battle.
Their tails are equipped with stings, like scorpion tails.
With their tails they torture all of humanity.
Their king that is over them, is the Angel of the Abyss.
His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, in Greek, Apollyon—
Revelation 9:7-11 paraphrased
“Apollyon is not put to flight by a courteous request;
he obstructs every path
he straddles across the full breadth of our way,
and our progress requires blood & tears.
This we must remember or we shall add
to all our other burdens of life
the gall of misinterpretation.
We are not “born again” into soft & protected nurseries,
but in the open country where we suck strength from
the very terror of the tempest.
We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God
“Faith of our Fathers! living still,
In spite of dungeon, fire & sword:
O how our hearts beat high with joy
Where’re we hear that glorious word.
Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to Thee till death!
“Our fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free;
How sweet would be their children’s fate,
If they, like them, could die for Thee!”
It’s always strange when our blessings come to us
through the savagery of unexpected sources
It’s as though a wailing gnashing lower spirit has taken possession
of them as they turn to rend & gash in vicious barbaric rage
But God purposes blessings