God saves.

She’s as dead as the grass on a cold winter day,
Her wrists are crying crimson tears.
She’s screaming silently in her head,
Her mascara is running down her cheeks.
She’s as broken as a repeating record,
Her body is weak from exhaustion.

She’s praying to a God that just won’t listen.
But really, He’s hearing her every word.

In His own perfect timing,
Everything will be okay.
She will feel alive, and her wrists will be clean.
She doesn’t have to scream, or cry for help.
Because there is a God, and He does care.
He’s always there,
Right by your side,
Walking with you on this journey called life.