Mortal danger is poetically personified. Deep sorrow is like cords entangling and pulling one down to death. Mellencolly emotions weigh one down immobilizing the soul till death becomes one’s closest attendant, waiting for me to willing follow to the end. Some live in a state of numbness. Invisible cords keep one from moving.
Some turn to alcohol, others to drugs. Solitude, dark rooms, and sleep push away visitors who help for a short while and then leave. Even long-term friends and family stay away. Loneliness is all that is wanted.
In distress, there is one who can help. The Almighty Love and Strength will deliver is asked. From his temple, he will hear a desperate voice. The despondent voice is heard by Jesus. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest,” he promises. “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
“Come now, let us reason together,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)
