The White King

As I look at the landscape of my life I realize I must forget the strife forget the pain as all the vaults have been opened and I am still standing free delivering the Lord's Liberty as His Spirit surrounds me with His divine Love.  It is no lie it was hard to climb this mountain to go through the vaults of pain deep within of blame upon myself and others as if I was a victim but when seen from the eyes of the Glory of God it is all forgotten in the blink of an eye.  Yes I am still searching for my one true love and yes I know she will appear but in order for me to be ready for her I have to build once more upon that firm foundation which I do now without hesitation.  I have learned in time judgment is not the answer only the source of spiritual cancer that spreads and inhabits your soul and leaves you feeling alone and cold sick of Leprosy that feels no pain as your heart is a rock with no place to land, well this rolling stone has found a home and it is within his own soul what is to be will be and we will see what we will see as the White King gets down from his throne and takes a knee of victory as he throws his crown down to the king of kings even Jesus and cries, "Oh Lord Deliver Me!!!"  Now all demons have been vanquished within and now I can truly be with Him, the love of my life Jesus Christ who has been waiting for this moment my entire life.  The greatest defense is no offense as I take no offense of what you'all think of me.  Honestly, I view myself as BRAVE to finally hit the target at the end of the page.  Of course, this is not an end or a death and I have not begun to draw my last breath but I see clearly the damage I've done and as forgiveness from each and everyone.  I realize that like NF says there are rooms in your soul that area there for only you and God to go as I cast pearls among the swine and they rent and tore apart my mind then the fire of the Lord above came and burnt with a most vehement flame.  Some say it is passion but I see it as a test not to see who is the best but of respect the master builders, and of them I ask forgiveness.  Then after the fire came the quaking as my body was continually shaking in that stage I actually died and was brought to Jesus eye to eye.  He showed me all His past present and future glory and of a truth it is there I am trapped in a memory in a moment of time that lasted for more that infinity.  Yet He revived me, sometimes I wonder why as I wipe a tear from mine eye.  But even that I leave behind and endure the raging of the wind as it tried to displace me from the cleft but could not reach me.  Just howl and scream promises of release if I would let go and "fly" but really fall to my death, but there was something more than all of these a still small voice inside of me saying simply this, "I love you, my Beloved William, My Lover and My Friend."