Depression a True Story

while contemplating my sickness thought of taking matters into my own hands in a jealous drunken stupor I ran raised the sawed-off four-ten double barrel smacking my self in the head but before the moment of impact I saw a great light in anger threw the gun as far as I could into the weeds of a potter's field for I was running between the main graveyard the hours afterward are kind of black from drugs and drink the next morning I think I called my uncle to take the rattle snake I am not my own by the grace of the Lord Jesus I can tell you this tell because of my sins running bound for hell but God said let it turn and I did but you see it took Him to turn me around with revelation from the great physician like a tongue depressor your not depressed but being oppressed by my own sins and a relentless enemy unseen I don't even like to or want to remember his name satan notice that name is not capitalized nor will I but whom the Son sets free is free indeed in that day you will know the Truth today if you will hear now with freely given love joy and righteousness I wait for the day of no more remembrance of the enemies name