In November, an unwanted visitor
Entered my life,
A dreaded word for one and all,
C A N C E R
As a Warrior, Battlefield Earth
I place my armor on,
And prepare for the fight.
Now, on my second cycle of Chemo,
Pain, nausea, losing my hair,
Awake in the night.
Suddenly,
A feeling of warmth and bright light
Entered my being.
These words came through.
Hands to Work, Hearts to God,
Repeating, over and over.
Radiating with the warmth and light.
I joyfully added my voice,
Hands to work, Hearts to God
Then, gradually fading away,
I fell into a restful sleep.
Insightful poem about courageousness and strength that comes from God as you put on your armor. The weapons of our warfare are not carnal but spiritual and fought with the armor of Jesus! Healing and strength in His Name. who has brought us the Victory!
An inspiring poem about fighting cancer, an unspeakably sad illness, but you see some goodness shining through.
You are very brave to share this personal tidbit with the world. However, maybe that was the best thing to do. Some of the people who commented said they would pray for you, and the power of prayer is real. Hang in there, old buddy.
Such a wonderful poem. Praying for you and know by Jesus stripes, you are healed.
Hi your poem described what I went through during my two bouts of lung cancer 5 yrs apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tearfully, peacefully penned