There I was,
Standing on a precipice,
Standing between life and death.
Wondering if anyone would miss me when I'm gone.
The tears and fears that I foresaw,
Weighing there upon my heart.
How could anyone love me?

So I fell,
To my back,
Arms out-stretched wide,
Oh God I don't know why
God I don't know why.
You just won't let me die.
You just won't let me die.

There they were,
Kneeling down before their bed
Praying to God that he would then,
Save their wayward son.
Bring him back to us.

So they fell,
To their faces
Asking for more graces
He doesn't see our love,
He just wants to die.
God, we don't know why
God, we don't know why.
He even wants to die,
He even wants to die.

There he was,
Hanging there upon a cross,
Dying for my sins,
Dying for my sins.
My hate of self held Him there,
All my pain He did bear

So I fall to my knees
Thanking Him for healing my disease
praying for more grace
for today's lonely and self-disgraced.
God they don't know why.
God they don't know why.
For themselves you would die,
For them you would die.

It's been awhile since I posted on here, so here goes, I am ending my hiatus with an amazing story of how God works through confusing, frustrating and embarrassing situations. During the summers, I work at an agency that deals with mentally and developmentally handicapped people, my department focuses on developmentally challenged children, aged 5- 18. So Wednesday day night, August 5th, I was supposed to drop my kid off at his house at 7:30, I told his parents that was when I would be back, and they assured me that they would be home. They weren't. Usually Its not a big deal, I just leave the kid at home, call the parents and inform them. But I can't do that with this kid. This twelve year old is suicidal, and the last three times he has been left alone, he has tried to end his life. So i had to stay with him for the hour that it took his parents to get there. I tried to call, and the cell phone number I had, was not working. So we waited and watched cartoons. And then God started to tip his hand on what he was doing... My kid told me that he knew why I had to stay, and that he feels that no one understands him. I responded "I know how you feel, I felt the same way growing up." "Drew, why God changed my heart, and my life." And this opened the door to a forty 45 minute conversation on sin/heaven/hell/good works aren't enough... It ended when his parents got home and he said he wanted to hear more about this next week (my last week before heading back to school). Pray with me that God will open the door again for me. -The Last Man Standing- D.D.