Press on, no matter how dark it might seem
No matter how bleak and hopeless
Never give up
As long as you have breath fight on
Don't give up
Please don't give up
Even when it seems there is nothing left to live for
Even when all have forsaken you
Even when your health is shattered
Your earthly life is seemingly pointless and ruined
Never give up
Remember this
When all friends are gone
When your life is at it's lowest
Jesus is still there
He is faithful to the end
Even when there is nothing else to live for
You can still live for Him
Never ever give up the fight for life
It can seem pointless
Even hopeless
Don't give up hope
Fight on
You never know what Christ might use you for
In even the most terrible of straights
My friends
Hang on to life
It is very precious
Let Him call you home
Until then
Fight On!
God Bless,
Flame of Jah
Inspired by the story of Anne Frank.
I am often haunted by her story,
just weeks before her prison was
liberated she gave up on life. Her
Father was still living, but she did
not know, all she had to live for was
family, when they were gone, or
seemingly so, she had nothing.
Never forget my friends, we have
Christ.
4 comments:
Anne Frank and her sister Margot died of typhus. They were two of thousands who died in Bergen-Belsen in the spring of '45. Neither they nor any of those victims gave up on life. On the contrary, humanity failed every last one of them miserably.
Even if she had known Jesus and that her father was still alive she most likely would have died. It was a death camp, you know. And plenty of Christians died during that time so it isn't like Jesus put up some sort of magical bubble that kept all the people who believed in him from dying during the Holocaust.
Anne Frank told someone after her sister died that she had nothing left to live for, my point in this post was not to argue this though, but merely to encourage Christians to never give up, as long as you can drag yourself along don't give up. Yes you can let go, you can give up and die. Ask medical people, they will tell you that the fighters are more likely to live.
I cannot think of the right word, but I have had a fascination with Anne Frank for years.
I was eleven years old when I first read her diary. It was by chance (Lord led?); I was enrolled in Public School at the time, and the teachers had us choose a book to read during our library class. We were to spend half an hour reading. So, being new to the school, I was awkwardly walking around, looking for anything. I am a "judge a book by its cover" type of person, unfortunately. (I have an odd taste, though.) For whatever reason, "A Diary of a Young Girl" caught my eye. I looked at it, but didn't touch it. I walked around some more, looking, but ultimately chose Anne Frank's diary.
I couldn't put it down after that. I couldn't wait to start reading it again. In between classes, during lunch, after school, before school. Whenever I could.
Through the book you watched her grow, mature, develop opinions, form her sense of logic, her hardships, her joys, her passions, her thoughts, go mad, and just change in general. I was younger than she was when she began to write in her diary, so I suppose part of my fascination included that she was my senior, and I had that natural respect for her.
When it came to the end of her diary, I grieved. A lot. lol I had this hope that she would make it. She seemed strong willed, she could do it! She had such high aspirations and dreams, she had to! But she didn't.
And what haunted me was the issue of her salvation. I remember reading in her diary that her father was reading through the New Testament with her, and that gave me hope. But I did not read anything that would make me think she trusted and believed in Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior. That's what gave me most of my grief.
Jesus is with us through all our trials and tribulations. He is our hope. (Romans 8:35-39; 2 Corinthians 1:4)
"Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God." Psalm 42:11
What you said is true. It was her close friend Hanneli that made that report. She gave up her will.
Have you ever heard of the song "Keep on the Firing Line?" It's rather face paced, but it's a good song.
Many Blessings,
Moriah Jordan Miller
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