Friday, March 27, 2009

Wanna Know What's Real?

Check out this poem written by a young lady from our GAP ministry:

My name is Meth,
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
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 live 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 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, your lungs and your nose.
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’ll take kids from parents and parents from kids,
I turn people from God and separate friends.
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 alone.
I’ll take and take till you have nothing more to give.
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, may 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 always be my slave.
I’ll even go with you when you 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 and let me lead you to hell.


WOW! Are you kidding me? These are the people that we have been commanded to take care of, to preach the Gospel, and just flat out love. Let's love them well!

1 comments:

Sonja said...

Check the internet.... you'll find the same poem all over the place. I first read it in our newspaper back home about 15 years ago, after a friend took his life to avoid prison.... another friend from home sent me the same poem a few years ago, from Forrest City Federal Pen. where he was doing 8 years. I doubt this poem was written recently ,"BY" anyone we know, but written "ABOUT" more people than we ever thought we would know.