• You say you’re depressed
    Have you lived my life?
    Have you thought so deeply?
    Have you killed your wife?

    You claim you’re poetic.
    You say that you’re smart.
    Do you have my depth?
    Do you have my heart?

    Can you write a poem at will?
    Based only upon your heart and skill?

    Can you sooth a poem?
    Can you fatten it with rhyme?
    Does it flow from your soul?
    Do you match it with time?

    Can you come to the Darkness and pear in?
    Can you step out of yourself and see your sin?

    Have you ripped your own heart out?
    Have you trampled on it in rage?
    Do you bear the guilt of the future?
    Do you feel like you belong in a cage?

    Are you a fool?
    Do your ways give you wage?
    Are you your own enemy?
    Has your spirit been aroused in rage?

    Pride condemns you.
    As foolishness repays.
    Stop and think about it now!
    And turn from your ways!

    Don’t let the pain of the scars keep you down.
    God will always pick you up.
    You may fall over ten thousand times.
    As long as Jesus’ blood is still in your cup.