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I Tried to End Me, But God Needed Me.


I tried to end what life he gave,

I treid to end what I thought was sin.

Daily I thought "How can I win"

Within this horrible life of sin? 

What should I do with something so heavy?

Carry it around or let it bury?

People often asked me "What is wrong?"

I put on a fake smile and carried on.

Not only was the smile fake, but also the emotions it took to make.

I tired to end the life he gave, 

but on that day he came and saved. 

 

God IS Love

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