Why Didn’t You?

By Shannan

Fri, 18 Apr 2014
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Why Didn’t You?

 

Why didn’t you kill me today Lord?

Why didn’t you kill me?

 

An accident on the highway,

A head on collision,

A roll down the mountain,

Or a drunk driver loses control?

 

A bullet to my head,

In a car-hijacking?

A drug addict,

Out for knife-crime?

 

An asylum escapee?

Point blank death from anger issues?

A heart attack?

That would’ve been the easiest one;

Or organ failure, short and quick.

Painlessly gone.

 

Why didn’t you off me Lord?

Why am I still here?

 

A wondering form of flesh,

Shameful, alone, lacking love.

You’ve taken many home, Lord,

Yet I remain. Why?

 

Why didn’t you kill me today Lord?

Why am I still here?

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Poetry

Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Interesting mix of directness and mystery. Who is the narrator? Is Good Friday part of the poem?       Elsie

Submitted by Shannan on

Hello, many thanks for the comment :-)

I'm the narrator... there wasn't originally a connection to the death of Jesus, but Jesus had fulfilled His purpose and I'm hanging around wondering what on earth mine is (no pun intended ;-)... feel like I'm stuck... it's ghastly and I'm wishing God would tell me why or bring me home... sigh...

Thanks Elsie. HAPPY EASTER to you - I trust the love that surrounded you was Wonderful! $