To the East

Walking to the east and the Sun rises right strait in front of me. Walking to the east and hearing the voices of a thousand angels singing through the grass and trees. From the west I have come and the devil is in close pursuit. He knows that if I reach my destination I will be lost to him, and I suspect he can hardly bear the thought. I walk to the east towards a pool of water that shall deliver me from the clutches of the dark prince. I see it now, that bright white steeple bearing the symbol of the Christ and signaling me to begin my journey home from beneath it. Here I am standing before this house of the Lord, and I for the first time, I am certain of what waits for me inside. I finally understand. I have finally been given the secret. Today I am finally ready after all of these years to accept within myself the Spirit of Jesus Christ. It was to the east that He drank the cup and it was to the east that He hung and died, and so I have walked to the east to truly share my part with Him. I am humbled that He would share it with me and in awe that He would do the same for so many others. Now that it is done and I walk in Him, the devil will try harder and harder to set the Sun and leave me in darkness. So to the east I shall go, for the Son has risen there and He will always light the way.