Big C, Where's Your Victory? - Poem by Paul Sebastian
Evil disguised, as you are
Why fear and fret over you?
My body you rudely share
Invading without a clue
You grow malignantly
Hastening your manifestation
Destroying life’s ceremony
Death’s your wicked intention
Gnawing, you sap my strength
Testing my will to live
Drugs, chemotherapy sunk
Living in dark dungeon’s stiff
Friends abandoned, alone
I wrestle and fight unto death
You’re Evil cloaked to the bone
Come to rob God’s love and my faith
Oh life snuffing Big C
Where’s your illusory victory?
What wreck would you do me?
Perish my body? But, Spirit’s free!
I will not succumb to you
You have no power over me!
You, Angel Michael once slew
Shackles broken, my Lord set me free
He has conquered your friend, Death
Resurrecting from death, He showed how
Your power is on the Godless on earth
Mine is on Him, to whom all creation bow
He who raised the dead
Healed the many who called His Name
By the wounds that He bleed
By the stripes He bore, carried your shame
In your darkness, He was the light
Death you bring, but He gives life
By a wink of an eye, heaven’s in sight
Your short-lived victory! Mine is eternal life!
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