When

When did I start, to break someone’s heart?
Someone who felt it was worth?
Enduring pain for my birth,
Who shared all of my fears?
Throughout all the years,
And prayed day and night, never ceasing to fight,
Never ceasing to fight, for my peace.

If I could return to when, would I begin again?
To try to taste to see, how anxious would I be?
To cheat to steal to lie, even take the risk to die,
To prove that I belong?
When deep down in my heart, right from the very start,
I knew it was all wrong.

My mind, my heart, my soul,
Are now out of control,
I must, I can, I will, I have to reach,
The poison, that will bring a moment’s thrill,
As evil lying spirits mockingly,
Enjoy my agony insanity,
Who will deliver me?
Romans: 7/25

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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Christopher’s Song

I wish I could say that I am sorry,
For the pain you are feeling now,
I could heal your broken heart,
If I made a brand new start,
But I’ve always been too late somehow.
I wish I could say I am sorry.

I wish I could send you a letter,
But even if, these lifeless hands, could hold a pen,
No words could convey, or bring back yesterday,
So that I could say I am sorry.

Somewhere my will to fight and to do what was right,
Was lost in a crowd of friends,
And now it is too late, I have chosen my fate,
In this moment my short life ends.
I wish I could say I am sorry.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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“My Spirit Speaks” By: The Master’s Pen

The Master's Pen - My Spirit Speaks

This is a book about suicide.

CHRISTOPHER’S SONG

I wish I could say that I am sorry
For the pain you are feeling now
I could heal your broken heart
If I made a brand new start
But I’ve always been to late somehow
I wish I could say I’m sorry
I wish I could send you a letter
But even if these lifeless hands could hold a pen
No words could convey or bring back yesterday
So that I could say I’m sorry
Somewhere my will to fight and to do what was right
Was lost in a crowd of friends
And now it is too late I have chosen my fate
In this moment my short life ends.

“Be inspired, be blessed”
the Master’s Pen

“Christ shall be magnified in my body,
whether it be by life or by death”
Phillipians 1:20b