I slid my wrist across the blade
I watched the skin slice nice and thin
I made my peace with God and bade
that he forgive me all my sins

Not once did it occur to me
the consequences of my choice
that in this act I would be free
was in my ear the only voice

And so with pride, I huddled low
prepared at once to meet my fate
while I watched the puddle grow
well past the point of Heaven’s Gate

‘Twas there I felt a warm refrain
from all the anger and the guilt
released was I of all the pain
pent up inside these walls I’d built

And as each burden dripped away
I heard this voice inside my head
say I can wait another day
’tis premature this blood you’ve shed

For none shall come before this gate
until such time they’ve followed through
I have an eternity to wait
and you, my child, have work to do

And with a word, he cleansed my soul
And with a nod, he sent me back
And with a wave, he made me whole
aware of faith that I had lacked

The blade was dull.  The skin had healed.
The puddle gone, my sins were cleansed.
In death, I found the truth revealed,
that it was time to live again.