On My Sick Bed

On my sick bed On the hospital bed I lay helplessly Breath was almost far from me I wished death could come be the judge And take me on a journey of no return Diagnose with no symptom all at No traceable cause for my predicament Between life and death I stood tall Not knowing what will become of me The pills were high The bed was nice But my condition was out of hand I had always watch been sick in the movie It' was a fairy tale or maybe I say an adventure But now am faced with two options Bid my loves one goodbye or stand face to face with death I droped out of school for months Its obvious am missing each day My dreams were become Delusions Would I give up or put my faith to work? I had few more days to live I was 7 years and its few days to my birthday I was certain of the Holiday and I could remember it fell on Sunday Every day is a great day I always believe If I survive today then it certain I have escaped Groaning in pains My cloth were socked with it stain Still in the midst of my though then i heared a still Voice whisper to me If only you had faith like mustard seed You would tell this mountain be ye moved. I summoned courage and declared by faith The outcome is why you are reading this piece. Am back on my feet Sitting on the cushion seat Soliloquizing how I would have given up if not for Faith Faith does the magic, confess it, believe it and you will have it.