Battle In My Heart

I'm stuck.
The walls keep caving in on me.
The ceiling is crashing down on me.
The floor is falling apart beneath my feet.
Its too quiet.
Its too dark.
There are sharp temptations everywhere.
I can feel them.
I can feel how cold it is.
I can almost smell the depression in the air.
I must be dreaming.
But, it feels so real.
"Where am I?!"
I screamed out to the air.
...No answers except my echo...
I sit there in the overwhelming silence.
Still, expecting only another echo, I cry out again.
"Where am I?!"
...Echo...
Then, I felt a gust of cold air.
Then, a sudden wave of heat.
I blink.
When I opened my eyes, there stood Satan.
An evil looking grin on his face.
He turned on the light.
He goes, "Look! Look at all of these fun things around you."
I just stare, blankly.
He goes, "Check out this knife. Isn't it a beauty?"
I wince.
But, I take a second look.
I say, "Well maybe I'll just look at it."
He hands it to me, smiling.
It take it, scared.
Suddenly, God appeared.
Satan steps closer to me.
God says, "Leave my daughter alone."
I look back and forth between them.
Satan goes, "Why allow Him to call you His daughter when He's letting your world fall apart?"
"Where am I?!" I scream out again.
Satan goes, "We're in your heart. Where I've been warmly...Welcomed..."
God says, "No, Satan! You've taken control of my daughter's life, and I would like to have it back."
Satan tells me, "Look at the blade on that knife you're holding. I bet it will feel cool on your skin."
As I went to touch the blade to my skin, a loud clap of thunder shook the foundation of my heart.
I looked up and saw the battle that begun.
I dropped the blade in amazement. God noticed that.
He grabs the blade.
He stabs it into Satan.
Then, I felt free.
My heart turned white as snow again.
God stood there, VICTORIOUSLY.
Tears stream down my face as I run into His loving embrace.
He wraps me in His arms.
He says, "I love you, daughter. I'm not ever going to leave you. Your heart will forever belong to me."
I simply reply, "Thank You."
Then, I wake up.
It was a dream, but it actually happened inside of my heart.
God saved me.
He rescued me.
He calls me daughter.
I call Him, Daddy.
I pray.
I pray a prayer of gratitude.
God, I thank You.
You healed my broken heart.
You put the pieces back together.
I love You.