I can sense the tinge of annoyance
You have for the work of my pen,
I regret to cause a disturbance
In your spirit, it's about God again.
But Friend, will it not be better-
There's no time to be wasted today,
And if I had the cure for cancer,
Would you like me to hide it away?
It's for you I have been praying,
That you take His Gift and be free
Your cancer of soul is advancing,
And the cure is His Love and Mercy.
Your discouragement and deep anger,
All regrets and past bitterness,
Toss the soul to malignant cancer
That leaves you victim to distress.
He is a better cure for cancer,
For eternity your soul will be well.
That is why I endure your anger,
I won't like you confined into hell.
'Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed;
save me and I will be saved, for You are the One I praise, '
Jeremiah 17: 14
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 29,2009
Philippines
The poet is rigth at the place definitely if we steal others idea or use it with our name name so it means we are not more than robbers.
Plagiarism is copying another person's ideas, words or writing and pretending that they are one's own work
Coward people do plagiarism as they are in a fear not able to do that
If I would have save myself from bitter trails on computer I could have save myself from this cancer which has no cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything is explained in a wonderful way
yes I agree with your point of view