It’s been a long time since I’ve been in this city. Four years since I walked these cold streets in the shadow of these towers. You still hold the stone silence behind those bricks and steel while keeping watch over the water from your mighty citadel.
There are voices in your heart calling back to you. They are from the mighty God on high, calling your people to himself. No black tower can strike fear. No lights of the night will lead them astray, for they are divined to conquer the darkness.
Years ago you held my broken heart with your frozen and lifeless fingers so void of all emotion and compassion, yet here I am, standing again at your gates. For you see, you cannot take life from me for you cannot conquer the source who, by his will, breathed his spirit into all mankind.
I walk your heart as a man owned by the Almighty and King of kings. When I speak, I do so with the full authority of the Master who numbers your days. When I pray, the light draws battle lines and wicked withdraw. When I walk in obedience to the great Power, you can harm only flesh, but you have no power over me. For there is only one God, and he has chosen me.
He sent me back to you.
May the brothers and sisters of this city be united in the calling for the salvation of all who call this place their home. May the harvest be plentiful and workers be great.