By Tom D Blakely
O sleep, you are a luxury
To think that once you were a dread!
There are no words which can convey
My love for Christ who guards my bed.
The demons that gave me no peace
Arraigned against me night and day!
But Jesus brings such sweet release
Through prayer He casts them all away.
For never in my wildest dreams
Days of flashbacks; horrendous things,
Mistrust and bitter were my feelings,
Falling for Satan’s shrouded schemes.
People caused me the greatest fear
People far and people near.
The dead, the living; mixed unclear
Day and night they would appear!
No, never in my wildest dreams
Plagued by hell’s spirits with no cure,
Could I have thought of such a change
Wrought by Jesus; held so secure.
Faithless me, but faithful He
To seek His lost and injured sheep.
According to God’s Holy Word
Those that God gave the Lord, He’ll keep.
And as I lay my head to sleep
I bear God’s children up in prayer.
No fear, no nightmares of the deep
My love for Christ, my only care.
As a Christian suffering from severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for years;
I had tried many specialists all to no avail and had given up looking for a medical cure.
I was in a terrible emotional state and thoroughly backslidden.
That was until the Lord intervened. Then I realised Jesus has still power to heal.
‘Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you: not as the world gives, give I to you.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.’