A spoken-word letter to someone considering suicide. The speaker describes the inner battle of questioning existence and urges opening your mind to encounter Christ, who offers unconditional love and compassion. Life is framed as a test you can pass by turning to Jesus.
I wrote this letter for the suicidal, the ones who are done talking to themselves until the words make sense. Questioning themselves is a battle. Everything's intense dramatic irony. We know the situation while they're stuck, stuck on the fence trying to decide if to be or not to be is an option, a double-jointed question. They put it to their dome yelling, I'm going to go in an ugly fashion. Don't, because you need to open the door to your mind and let Christ When you see him, your mouth will drop. When he walks in, you lose train of thought as he pulls you in. You will try to speak, but he tells you to just listen. Still on your knees while his arms are closed in, head on his chest, you are no longer a card. I love you in your worst and in your best. I know you're going through a lot, bleeding from the chest, sleeping without rest. It has been your hardest test, guessing for the right answer like a panther in the night. The truth was slightly out of step. Child, I am the light. Now you can see Jesus Christ, the Savior of thee. Jesus Christ, the Savior of me.
