The Day I Died.

I watch the blood as it gushes from my wrists.
The water around me reddens rapidly.
The cold slowly embraces me.
My body has submitted to death,
Interpreting it as Liberty,
Liberty from the heartache,
Medication to the pain,
A cure to my confusion.
My mouth can only utter: “Father accept my soul.”

As life leaves my body, questions flood my deteriorating mind.
Will I ever have that joy of worshipping Him?
Will I ever feel His touch within my soul?
Will I ever hear His sweet, captivating Word?
Will I get a chance to repent?
Will I ever reconnect with that Magnificent Power?
Will I ever float on His bubble of security?
Will I ever……………OH GOD………………………?

My last breath left my lips before I could say:
“Father forgive me.”
After death I found out that my debt was nullified.
Pity I chose death over He who conquered the grave.