J U S T   L I V E 

 


A cliff so high from which to fly,

Undaunted against a looming sky.

Prepared at last to take off fast,

Awaiting some unnatural outgoing blast.

 

Let the drums roll and add the bellís toll,

For off to death goes another soul.

Ending life this way is the best Satan can say,

But whereís the thought of the ultimate eternal pay?

 

Satanís the goat herder traveling on a hellish tour,

Knowing that killing yourself is murder.

Suicide is quick and easy, but really cheesy,

Not to mention itís Satanís best lie, heís exceptionally sleazy.

 

Most ďjumpersĒ have no clue of what else to do,

But first should consider Godís view.

ďThou shalt not killĒ, even as a self-defying thrill,

For it is totally against Godís will.

 

Seek first a new life thatís free, and put off this self-killing spree,

And seek why your death has already been hung on a tree.

Jesus Christ died on the cross to save us from our loss.

Give up your life to Him, and to depression give it a toss.

 

From this high cliff leave, no longer to grieve,

And unto the hand of Jesus Christ forever cleave.

Through His perfect life, live, with nothing more to give,

JUST LIVE!

                                                                                          Selah   

Just Live by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                  Philippians 1:21-26

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