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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