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Lord would you still love me if I chose to die? Would you forgive, and cradle me if I decided to say goodbye.

The currents are crashing so very hard on me; the tide is drowning me, and so I cry.

Lord would you still love me if I chose to die? Would you still accept me if from my life I throw aside.

The heartaches have me on my knees; begging in all agony that somehow you set me free. I am but just an outsider looking in; there is no for me here, my life light has grown very dim.

So I ask you would it be a sin for the freedom of choice to chose where I should live? Would it be a sin to throw this human life away, so that my real life can begin.

Lord would you wipe away the tears when I come pleading at your door? Would you still lift me up from a life that I made no more.

Torn between what is wrong, and what is right. Knowing life is a gift that should be cherished, but for me it isn’t that way.

Lord I am sorry. To me life here is ruining me. I don’t know who I am; or what I am supposed to be, all I know is human pain, and human misery.

So lord I ask one more time; would you still love me if I chose to die? Would you forgive, and cradle me if I decided to say goodbye