Cancer
Cancer came and made me sick,
I thought it was a trick.
How could this be as,
I cried beneath the apple tree.
Was God mad at me?
The cancer made me feel unwell
while my body started to swell.
I began to lose my hair and scream an swear
blaming God that he didn't care.
I am growing weak it's hard to speak.
The pain of sickness is taking a toll
while my energy is at a low.
God I am sorry will you please
take this Cancer from me.
How could this be,
Why didn't I see.
Cancer came and it wasn't nice
It showed me that my life
might not be right.
So I gave it all to the lord
and he showed me my reward.
The Cancer was gone no where to be found,
The Doctors where amazed of how this took place,
I told them I gave my heart to Jesus
and he told me that trusting him and believing
that he would reward me by taking the sickness
of cancer away, and I was going to stay.
Just remember to always pray
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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