Only By The Precious Blood Of Jesus, Did I Survive (My Incontrovertible Personal Testimony) Poem by Reginald Walker

Come. Listen the lament of dying
From a plague, that has no cure.
Come. Sit for a brief spell,
Hear the agony I endure.

Diagnosed with this disease,
I lay on the floor for a week.
Seeking my mistake in life.
Of Southern Comfort, I reek.

I should not too suffer too long.
Death, I hoped would be quick.
To the statistics, I forever belong.
As I now live afraid of getting sick.

Oh, for the peace of death, I often yearned
As my friends became disappearing friends.
Family told me to their home never return.
My social life stopped, loneliness begins.

Contemplated often of taking my life,
But God would not allow that for me.
Nevertheless, because of my first wife,
I must survive being positive with HIV.

Been twenty long years and I look back.
By the grace of almighty God, I am alive.
My life, this deadly virus has tried to attack.
Only by the precious blood of Jesus, I survive.