Suddenly Came The Morning

A gripping monologue from the perspective of the Syrophoenician woman’s daughter—once tormented by demons, now set free. The piece captures the raw weight of unrelenting pain, darkness, and despair, then shifts into the breathtaking relief of healing and light.

With vivid imagery and deep emotion, this drama offers a moving way to explore themes of depression, chronic pain, and God’s power to restore. Perfect for church services, mental health awareness events, or dramatic Scripture readings.

Cast: 1 (f) (monolog)

Bible Reference:

• Matthew 15:21-28, Luke 18:1-8

Set: standard

Sound: wireless mics if available

Song: none

Lighting: standard

SFX: none

Props: none

Costumes: standard

Special Instructions:

• Use slow, deliberate speech.
• Actor shows strong emotion at the outset, then settles into a more positive and serene attitude toward the end of the piece.

Time: 4 (with slow movement and speech)

Sample script:

actor comes on stage

You have no idea . .  the torment!

To be constantly hearing those . .  sounds, . . those noises . . .  those . . voices!

holds hands over ears

To see flashing lights of hideous colors.

shades eyes

That there be those happenings is nothing . .

For certainly anyone can cope with occasional distress.

But . . .

Don’t you realize . .?

This . .  never . . . stops!

It . . never . .  stops!

moves

Morning, noon or night!

Sometimes I wish the noises would get even louder, for such a change would be a diversion, . . a relief to the constant tedium.

Will this never end?

There seems to be no hope.

Yes, it’s true; sometimes I see, dimly, a faint light at the end of this tunnel of darkness.

But mostly . . . I can’t even hope to see a light . . for I can’t even see a tunnel.

My constant companions, these demons who are with me, . . .  a part of all I do.

They are with me from the moment I awaken.

Their presence so real, so oppressing that I can scarcely lift my head from the pillow, . . as though a thousand chains bind my head in bondage.

Arms and legs that feel like solid rock, resisting even my slightest movement.

In front of me I see, as though in a trance, my family, my friends, . . I see their mouths move, I assume they are speaking but the only sounds I hear are the laughing of ridiculous hyenas, that and the screeching of millions of high pitched crickets.

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