I AM GOD
I am your Father
I can set you free.
No drug.
No power can keep you from me.
I sent you my Son
To break the Curse
You are under.
Three times at the Cross,
He dropped to His knees.
He sweat blood in the Garden of Gethsemane
Praying
for these.
He had a choice. To stay or to leave
He couldn’t bear the thought
Of you burning
for the
LIES of Satan, the god of this world.
God is not punishing. He does understand.
He wouldn’t send His Son
If there were another plan.
He will not stop, until this world is through.
He came to set YOU free.
That’s what He CHOSE to do.
He wants you beside Him for all Eternity
He loves you that much.
As though you were the only One.
To take that place in the Everlasting Sun.
Trust Him.
He told us then,
We have a choice.
“I set before you Death and life.”
Then He told us what to do.
“Choose Life”.
That’s how much He truly loves YOU.
He stands at the door, He knocks, won’t you open?
Tell Him to come in.
In Jesus, child, you have a friend.
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I am meth
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you--in schools and in town
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I love down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
I take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you--in schools and in town
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I love down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to--just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God and separate friends.
I'll take every from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always--right by your side.
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to--just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God and separate friends.
I'll take every from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always--right by your side.
You'll give up everything--your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be all alone.
I'll take and take, till you having
Your friends, your money, then you'll be all alone.
I'll take and take, till you having
nothing more to give,
When I’m finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
When I’m finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned--this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, Let me lead you to hell.
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, Let me lead you to hell.
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This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you have read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with a needle still in her arm. Please keep praying.
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