To murder one's own body
Is to seal eternal death
To take your life by your own hand
And cut off your own breath.
For many say of suicide
'A brave act it does seem'
But a tragedy is this way out
From things that, might have been.
For to those that suicide
It brings them but a curse
Compared to the troubles they left behind
Their state is now far worse.
'cause choosing death instead of life
In the Christ who rose to save;
The only portion they have left
Is the rotteness of the grave.
index previous poem next poem