DAVID'S pov
It's been four years since I started preaching, and in those years, I had healed, captured souls, and spread the word of God in the prison. The message of love and redemption had taken root in many hearts, and the transformation I witnessed around me was nothing short of miraculous. But even with all that progress, I still found myself behind these walls, waiting.
One night, as I knelt in prayer in my cell, I saw Him again. The man in white. My heart leapt with joy at the sight of Him. He had come to me again.
"My friend," He said, His voice as calm and gentle as it had always been. I smiled, feeling the warmth of His presence. "I am so happy to call you My friend."
I looked up at Him, my heart filled with gratitude. "I have called many souls for You, Lord. I have preached, and they have listened.
He looked at me, and I saw that familiar kindness in His eyes. "You will get more, David. More than you can imagine. You will go to other countries too, to spread My message further."
I felt a pang of doubt. "But Lord, I'm still locked up. I still have years to serve here. How can I reach others? How can I go to other countries? I am just one man in a prison."
He laughed softly, a sound full of understanding. "David, just as I promised Abraham, 'I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.' (Genesis 12:2)."
I looked at Him in confusion, but He smiled, His gaze full of certainty. "You are My child. I will set you free, David. And when that time comes, you will work for Me not just in this prison, but all over the world. You will reach the nations, and you will bring them to Me."
The peace that followed His words filled me completely. "You will go," He said. "You will work for Me, and I will give you the strength to do all that I have called you to do."
I bowed my head, overwhelmed by His promise. I knew in that moment that it wasn't about the prison walls or the time left on my sentence. It was about trusting in His plan, even when I couldn't see it fully.
God had promised Abraham that his descendants would be a blessing to all nations, and now I understood that His promise extended to me as well. One day, He would set me free. And when He did, I would go.It had been four months since the dream—the night I had seen the man in white and heard His promises. During that time, I had continued to serve God in the prison. My mission to heal and share the word of Christ had grown even stronger, and it felt like every day I was being used to reach more souls.
In the months that followed, several inmates who had been released came back to visit. They told me stories of their lives after prison, how they had turned to Christ after hearing my testimony, and how the peace they found in Him had transformed their lives. They spoke of how they had been changed by the prayers and encouragement I offered during our time in the prison.
One inmate, Michael, had been one of the toughest men in the yard. He had been angry, lost, and violent, and no one thought he could be saved. But he had come to me after a brutal fight, his fists bloodied and his heart even more so. I had prayed with him, speaking to him about God's forgiveness and love, telling him that no sin was too great to be washed away by the blood of Christ. Over time, Michael had softened, and he became one of the most devout followers, sharing his testimony with anyone who would listen.
Another man, John, had been a hardened criminal with no hope of redemption. He had heard the gospel from me and initially laughed it off, saying that he had nothing to live for. But after months of sharing the word with him, John came to me one evening, his eyes filled with tears. "David," he said, "I never knew peace like this. I want what you have. I want to change." I had prayed with him right there in the cell, and from that moment on, he had been a new man gentle, kind, and loving toward others.
Every time someone left the prison, they would thank me. They would thank God for giving them a new life, and most of all, they would thank me for the prayers and the guidance that had led them to salvation. And I would tell them that it was not me, but God working through me.
Soon after, pastors began visiting. They had heard of my work and wanted to meet the man who had been spreading the gospel so powerfully. They came with open hearts, asking questions, listening to my testimony, and offering their support. Some of them even prayed with me, encouraging me to keep preaching and spreading the word. I had felt blessed by these encounters, as they reminded me that God had a bigger plan for me one that would extend beyond these prison walls.
And then, after five months of serving God with everything. the guards began to move with a sense of urgency. There was a buzz of excitement in the air that I hadn't felt before. The usual noise of the prison yard seemed to grow louder as the inmates whispered to each other, wondering what was going on.
As I sat in my cell, I couldn't help but feel a shift in the atmosphere. Something was happening, and it felt like it was meant for me.
I stepped out into the courtyard and saw a large group of guards standing in formation, along with a few prison officials. The sound of doors opening and closing echoed through the yard, and I noticed that there were several men in suits important-looking people who didn't usually visit the prison.
Then, the announcement came.
A loudspeaker crackled to life, and the voice of the prison warden echoed through the yard. "Attention, inmates," he said, his voice clear and firm. "Today, the President of the Republic has authorized the release of 100 inmates. These inmates are selected for their good behavior, commitment to rehabilitation, and their positive impact on the prison community."
The words hit me like a thunderbolt. 100 inmates? Could this be real? My heart began to race, my mind spinning. I had heard rumors before, but never imagined I'd be one of those selected. The feeling of disbelief mingled with hope. Could I really be free? Could this really be happening?
The announcement continued: "David ayo, you are among those selected for release. Please step forward."
I froze. My name? Me? I stepped forward slowly, unsure of what to think. As I walked toward the front, I caught the eyes of several inmates men I had prayed with, men whose lives I had seen change. They looked at me with gratitude and disbelief, nodding as if they understood that this moment was special, not just for me, but for all of us.
Inmates were coming up to me one by one, giving me hugs, slaps on the back, and words of encouragement. They thanked me for the peace I had shared with them, for the strength I had given them when they were at their lowest. They expressed their gratitude for the prayers that had lifted their spirits and shown them that there was a way out of the darkness.
"I never thought I'd see this day," Michael said, still shaking his head. "You changed us, David. You changed me."
I looked at him, my heart full. "It wasn't me," I whispered. "It was God working through all of us."
The guards stepped forward to release me from my cuffs, and I felt the weight of the chains fall away both the physical and the spiritual chains that had bound me for so long. For a moment, I stood there, overwhelmed with emotion. This wasn't just about me it was about everything that had happened here. It was a testimony of how God had worked in this place, of how He had used me, a broken man, to help others find redemption.
As I was escorted out of the prison, I could hear the voices of my brothers men who had been prisoners just like me. Their cheers, their applause, echoed in my ears. This was a victory for all of us. It wasn't just about my freedom; it was about the change that had occurred in all of our hearts.
I walked out of the gates, and the cool air hit me like a wave. I was free. But as I looked back at the prison, I knew that my journey wasn't over. I had been set free not just from the physical walls, but to continue the work that God had set before me.
I looked up at the sky, breathing in deeply, and whispered a prayer of gratitude.
"Thank You, Lord, for everything. Thank You for using me. Thank You for setting me free."
And as I walked away from the prison gates, I knew that this was just the beginning of something much greater something God had planned for me all along. The work was not finished. There were still so many souls to save, so many lives to touch. And I was ready to go wherever He would lead