| A Flickering Candle |
| I used to pray, at night, that tomorrow would not come. I had lost my way and had stopped counting my blessings - life was no fun. I figured I'd be better off dead and long gone. When the next day came I hated that dawn. You see, I had planned to get out of this life by suicide. I was truely away from the Lord I wouldn't let Him come inside. Satan told me to kill some others who I hated before I ended my days. I was full of hatred, nearly consumed by Satan's lies and my rage. I wrote my goodbye letter, got the gun, loaded it and said; "Lord, this life I can't handle!" Then a very small voice inside of me said; "Dear child of mine, don't do it! I love you! I am still the light of your flickering candle!" written 2/ 28/2000 |
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