That Light -
that glorious Light
that now shines upon me -
is indescribable in its brightness.
The kings of the world
and the richest men of the world
would give all they possessed,
if they knew what that Light is.
That Light was once in the world,
and no man knew it
and no man recognized it.

And now, hundreds of years
after Light was taken from the world,
and after those many long years
that darkness has been
upon the face of the earth,
one in the world now sees Light
and recognizes it -
even after those many years
that Light has been gone out of it.
If only I had recognized it long ago -
but I did not.
O Rusty Memories,
how long have you been sleeping
in that ancient, corroded treasure chest
buried so deeply
in the recesses of my soul?

I’ve seen a Great Story unfold in the Bible.
It is chock-full of hidden things,
strange and amazing things.
And when I saw some of those things,
I sat speechless
because of the strangeness of them.
I’ve read about many strange things
with which some men concern themselves:
The Bermuda Triangle, ancient astronauts,
the Great Pyramid of Egypt,
mysteries of Central American civilizations,
UFO’s, the lost continent of Atlantis,
psychic phenomena,
and even some of the theories of Carl Sagan
which he tended to forget are theories.
None of these strange imaginations come close
to being as strange as the story
that lies hidden within the pages of the Bible,
concealed from the eyes
of the profane and unclean.

God has worked a work,
a strange work,
and published it throughout the whole world.
He has told us of His work
through the words of the Bible.
Though it is read and studied by many,
they neither see
nor hear
nor believe
His amazing story.
His story cannot be found
by form criticism,
but only by those
whose ears have been unstopped
and their eyes opened
by the Spirit of Truth.
Once I would not have
a Bible in my home,
but now I find it is the greatest treasure
that’s in the world.
It is the uncorrupted record
of the Word of God,
despite what Biblical scholars
may say about its text.

How blind are the blind!
How deaf are the deaf!
They stumble along dark pathways
and find nothing but errors.
Fools they are
that search for the Historical Jesus,
and overlook the True Jesus.
Fools they are
that dig in the ground
and search for evidence of Him,
but do not bother to dig in the place
where the evidence is.
Fools they are
that look with awe
upon the Shroud of Turin,
and neglect to look
upon the True Shroud!
The whole earth
is full of fools and foolishness,
and the work of fools
that profit no one.

Some in the world
promise peace for the world.
Some say we can work
to bring peace into the world.
Some urge you to hope
for peace in the world.
Their promises
are nothing but wind;
balloons full of air
ready to burst.
There is no peace
for the world;
for there is no peace
for the wicked.

I’ve been told
many marvelous things,
and shown many treasures;
treasures that are so dazzling,
it boggles my mind
to look upon them.
But I’ve also been shown
many horrible things,
terrible things
from which I’m now escaping.
And those things
are more horrendous
than anything
I ever dreamed could be!
I’ve been shocked
by many things,
and shown many things
I never believed
could have existed.
O how I wish
I didn’t have to use this veil
of foolish-sounding words!
But I can use no other -
for these are the only words
the foolish
could possibly understand.

I’d like to stand upon a housetop
and shout
to all the people of the whole world,
“Come out of her!
Come out of her!
All of you
who are weary and heavy-laden,
come out of her!”
But though I would shout
until my voice became hoarse,
and until my throat
would constrict from the pain
and refuse
to let my voice out any more,
it would be to no avail,
for the people
would only laugh and mock and say,
“Where are all these things you see?”
And even though I point to those things,
they would look -
but would not see.

The people love this old world too much
and do not want to leave it.
How sad! How sad!
It’s a great tragedy,
a tragedy
they cannot look about themselves
and see and abhor
their miserable and wretched existence,
their futile existence
where they spend all their time
doing nothing
that will profit them anything.

They’re digging their own grave,
and each and every day
they dig it deeper.
With each shovelful of dirt
they throw out of the grave
they become in a worse state
than they were before.
Each day their state
becomes worse and worse
as they dig their grave
deeper and deeper.
When will they open their eyes
to see where they are
and what they’re doing
to themselves?