A man lay inside out, dying. Blood pools on the indifferent concrete, and as a heavy cold sets in, darkness falls. Alone, nothing can save this man. Time is running out; hope has gone. His breathing slows; his last whisper, a cough. The pale face of death emerges, silence.
Away in the darkness, a key turns – the circuit closes – ignition. Passion burns. The fuel pumps as pressure builds. Exit to the cylinder, compression-ignition-combustion-power. The cycle repeats. Rescue is coming. The sirens blaze through the silence. The pedal is pressed, the valve opens, and the engine roars – compression-ignition-combustion-power – passion, purpose. Leaving all behind, help races to the scene. HE races to the scene.
A quick survey and the emotions overflow into tears. He kneels down as love pours out. Through Him life is restored. The bright face of life emerges, resounding praise.
I am restored.