Call to Jesus

Today I was almost pushed over the edge.

Lost a friend.

The knife is still in my back and I'm still bleeding.

My heads is spinning wild.

 I just can't seem to understand how to go on anymore.

And now here I am, dangling on a cliff.

I'm about to slip.

So I call out for you.

Call for your love.

Call for your mercy.

Call, because you care.

And then you're here, holding me, helping me, loving me.

Today I almost couldn't anymore.

They all still ignore me, as I sit alone.

No one says a word.

Not one.

I have no one, no friends.

I'm all alone.

So I call out for you. 

Call for your love. 

Call for your mercy. 

Call, because you care.

And then you're here, holding me, helping me, loving me.

When I fall and can't get back up.

When I feel like giving up.

Or feel like no one would care if I was gone.

Or feel like I'm doing everything wrong.

I call.

I call out for you. 

Call for your love. 

Call for your mercy. 

Call, because you care.

And then you're here, holding me, helping me, loving me.

When no one else is there, you are.

When no one else cares, you do.

When no one else will, you listen.

When no one else shows it, you love me.

That's why I call out to Jesus.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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