As I battled for my life there were many nights when I did not know if I would witness the rising of our sun. As I fought my sleep to prolong my consciousness I became a mental prisoner within the confines of my own worldly thoughts, for the mental shackles that the thought of death gave me was the lack of faith that I had in the Lord. I have had many sleepless nights trying to acquire more time on this earth, for the fear of death would not let me sleep. As my sleep deprivation began to effect my mental state my mind began to wander. “Did our oppressors really write the Bible to keep the slaves humble, docile, and obedient?” “Was I wrong?” “Were they right all along?” “I should of had more fun!” With the Lord now in my life those thoughts of faithlessness are now a thing of the past, and the insecurities that were born from those thoughts have since been aborted. I am blessed to say that the mental shackles that the thought of death gave me are no more, for they have been unlocked by my thoughts of life.
“And free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”