When I was young so long ago,
Threatened I was though I didn't know,
My parents feared as to my fate,
Afraid that the doctors would be too late.
And the doctors did all that they could,
As the fear of my parents they understood,
They opened my skull and saw the mass,
Knowing that they had to work fast.
Many at the time thought those efforts to be in vain,
For my life this tumor continued to drain,
But those doctor's efforts weren't destined to be lost,
For God had not let my death be the cost.
To show that I understand what it is you're going through,
My choir is here to carol for you,
For Christmas is the time of giving as God's done,
And I do hope this will bring peace to everyone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But those doctor's efforts weren't destined to be lost, For God had not let my death be the cost. ohh tumor in the brain and how u endured all these, hoped in real faith that God will not leave u to die... so fine a poem of faith..... dear poetess. thank u. tony