Not a Four Letter Word, Still Yet
Even Then
He’s not lost his smile
Had it since he was a child
His heart still longs to hear
The words that some will fear,
“I love you”… three little words
Who reach beyond the hurt,
Sing gentle to the heart,
Bring music to the thoughts
His soul – it is not lost, because
Above all, love has brought him through
The dark, the storms, the doubts –
Jesus settles every skeptical breath
He’s not gone without this feeling,
Hues of hope, coloring him brilliantly,
A vibrating sense of peace and promise,
Arriving on the stone cold silence,
Bidding joy to his aching – grief born
With the final word, his doctor’s diagnosis
Cancer, he’s heard…
Still, he’s not lost his smile
He’ll continue for another mile
Hoping for healing, yet the verdict
Revealing that he is sicker than the words
Stage four, will he make it past the month?
Cancer, he’s heard…
Can silence his nerve, stir up discomfort
Throbbing in the bones, stinging
Aching anguish, failing to reconcile
Restore his smile for that last, lonely mile
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