Published by Deborah Negron – Beloved of My King
He lived in the tombs, and no one was able to restrain him anymore — not even with a chain — because he often had been bound with shackles and chains, but had torn the chains apart and smashed the shackles. No one was strong enough to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and on the mountains, he was always crying out and cutting himself with stones. When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and knelt down before him. And he cried out with a loud voice, “What do you have to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you before God, don’t torment me!” For he had told him, “Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!” They came to Jesus and saw the man who had been demon-possessed, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and they were afraid. Then they began to beg him to leave their region. As he was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged him earnestly that he might remain with him. Jesus did not let him but told him, “Go home to your own people, and report to them how much the Lord has done for you and how he has had mercy on you.” So he went out and began to proclaim in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him, and they were all amazed.
Mark 5:3-8, 15, 17-20 CSB
I was in the tombs…
I lived with uncertainty living among the ruins and the dry bones was I. Debiltated by my fears, shallow was my understanding of your grace.
My mind was filled with doubt and I spoke of freedom being still bound.
Yet, somehow, you reached me. Somehow the voices that tormented me have been silenced. I am free to know a love never before encountered.
I am free to experience true mercy. Mercy that is totally unmerited. Yet totally mine. I knew of your goodness, but now I have experienced the profoundness of your love. I have felt your unfailing willingness to hold me even when I cannot stand alone. I have tasted of the honey that is sweet and gladdens the heart. You satisfy my soul, Lord. I am restored only by the power of your great love. The grace that sustains me demonstrates how you choose the foolish things of this world as vessels of honor. To question your mercy is futility. For one can never truly comprehend the depth of the grace you have bestowed.
You have clothed me in stability. You have covered my sin with the garment of your Crimson flow. You have elevated my reasoning to that of the knowledge of your presence. In your presence is fullness of joy.
Naked and bound, broken and bruised was I.
Dressed and in peace you have made me now to sit in the heavenlies and you have allowed me to partake of your presence. Oh, that I may never take my eyes off or your face. For in your presence I am made whole.