Pray My Soul to Keep

Prologue

"She isn't ready." He says. "Earth has changed. She is strong, but the sin will be too sweet."

You say nothing.

"I know what the prophecy said, and it will come true. But you must have patience. It has to come true in it's own time, not yours."

You remember the prophecy. You remember the Fountain whispering it, it's faint voice whispering in your mind during prayer. The prophecy spoke of your unborn daughter. The great things she could do, the things she could become. You want that for her. You want that for you. The Lord, you think, does not understand. He does not want this for you. He thinks only His son can have the glory. That saving Earth is reserved for Him.

You turn away from Him. You do not need to His permission to send your daughter to Earth. You can take her there yourself. You have gone to Earth before, long ago. You can go back.  It will be easy.

You leave the building. You hear talk of your decision as you walk by groups of people. Some are excited for you. Others say you are crazy. They all wonder about your daughter.

Get go to the one area where you can see the Earth. Look down upon people to selfish and unaware to notice they don't matter, in the grand scheme of things. This establishes your reason to send your daughter there. To help them. To save them from themselves. 

 You think of your daughter. You think of what the Lord said. Maybe you could wait. You could train her to be ready. Tell her of her destiny. But no. It has to be as soon as possible. She will be ready. She has to be. There is no other way. 

You give one last look at Earth. You tell it to prepare.

To prepare for it's Savior.

If only you could see. If only you could know.