I live for Jesus.
I am not here because I want to be.
I am here because God created me for a purpose.
I have been suicidal for most of my life.
I don't see the point of living.
Going to a job I hate,
Struggling with money
Living by society rules.
I was one breath away from death
When Jesus came to visit me.
I was a cutter.
I had cut myself multible times
I had taken a lot of over the counter sleep medicine
I didn't plan to wake up
I laid in bed, waiting to fall asleep
When I felt the bed sink, as if someone sat on the bed
I didn't turn over.
I felt Jesus's hand on my shoulder
I felt the love of Jesus, flow through my broken heart.
Then I felt Jesus sat up, as the bed raised a bit from him sitting on it.
I fell a sleep
I woke the next morning.
I knew that Jesus came to save me and give me a message
I knew that I had a testimony to tell.
I had a reason to live.
I now live for Jesus
I don't live for myself.
Jesus is why I am still here.
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