Cancer At Twenty Eight
Cancer at Twenty-Eight
(alive at Eighty)
Written: by Miracle Man
8/29/2019
A diagnosis of Cancer,
Had me at life’s turning point.
I sought the face of Jesus,
Believing He’d anoint.
All I saw were steep odds,
Stacked against my person.
And without divine help,
My situation would worsen.
I sought forgiveness for sin,
And was no longer a scorner.
Then God delivered me,
From a hopeless corner.
A loving God could foresee,
What was about to transpire.
That day, out of love,
He’d set my fields on fire.
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