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