For The unbelieving souls

I was asleep that night, when through my window came the brightest light. I rub my eyes to see it clear. And the strangest voice did I hear. Come with me you seeker of spirits and souls for the higher power will unfold. A mystery no man has seen, for the time has come for it to gleam. You who stand asleep in life. Now let your spirit reach the height.

Our of my body came a light to a place of dim lights and fright. And I never saw that angel with me. Just heard his voice that carries me. To this place of sin and doom. And the last repentance of me and you. No it's was not hell or Sheol, but the place for the restless souls. Them that didn't believe enough to make it to heaven highest breathe.

For here is a place so sad, that it will make a human go mad. Out of sorrow and woes. Come the place of the unbelieving souls. The angel said to me, over there you may speak, to the saddest souls that you see. Go now for time is limited, even to the power that wills it. So I walked over with tears in my eyes. Till I saw the dimmest line.

A soul so small and timid. Under a rock that held it. I said, spirit please speak with me. For once a man am now like thee. The face of that line form a view and it's was shocking and anew. A child with a line under its neck where the tears was held back. And a voice so clear and sweet. That I could not help but to weep. My mother did not care enough to love me. Or hold me close to her heart before the storm. And placed this rope around my neck to let me die in the driven snow. While wiping the tears away I asked why?

It said because she never loved God. Just the angel called me back. But my heart and soul fell and lacked. The angel said, you who were once a man, come to take your guide hands. For there is much more for you to understand. Now leave that child in Jesus hands. For its mother it once spoken of, now lives with the world most troublesome. And soon she will be killed the same way her child was killed. For did not the lord say, whoever shall teach the little wrong woes to them.

By Ronald Campbell.