Believing
Believing
Written: by Miracle Man
December 6 2020
I remember the day I first began believing,
To things of this world I’d long been cleaving.
Cancer was camping in my right Parotid gland,
The day I grasped Jesus’ outstretched hand.
Cancer had branded and trademarked me,
Would I then fight back, or just take a knee?
But I knew, alone, I couldn’t beat this villain,
I needed the real deal, not an earthly fill in.
I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing that He would hear what I was saying.
I wanted to be saved so I wouldn’t die lost,
I prayed forgive me Lord, whatever your cost.
I knew help would come only through His power.
and I accepted Jesus, as my savior, that hour.
I was twenty eight years during my hospital stay,
now at eighty two years I’m still alive today.
I Asked, Believed, and Confessed
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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