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The Cure

Like a man with cancer I’m slowly dying Battered and bruised and with a heart that’s crying I raised my hands to give an offering of praise But this sickness I have highlights my ungodly ways I try to be good, Christian and meek But the pain from this sickness is nowhere near sweet So each day I go on feeling empty and sore And it has caused me to wonder who on earth has THE CURE. For all my life I wonder where I’ve caught it For deep inside I know I didn’t want it Cause with an illness like this, I’m an alien on earth Treated like pieces of torn rags covered in dirt Can’t tell a family, can’t tell a friend That I’m affected by a disease I alone can’t mend So this question echoes in me more and more Is there even on this earth, A CURE? For all my life I’ve been living a lie To tell the truth, I hardly ever try Because I fear the hatred of another Especially when It'd come from my mother Confused and captured I don’t know what to do So now I stand here always being used By the devil to beat up and even to bore This heart that’s so desperately in need of THE CURE Wait! Maybe I should ask the Lord what to do Cause he’s a God who can’t lie and have always being true But what should I ask Him? What’s the question? Will He really listen to a sinful man? God I’m confused so what will you say? Should I continue this lie or will you show me the way? The way to prosperity and peace so sure The way to that land where I’ll need NO CURE Suddenly He answered, “Son I know your pain. I know you have struggles and I know u have rain But if you had just listened to me years ago, You would be ok and you’d even know, You’d know that I love you and know that I care You’d know that those problems would all disappear Once you’ve asked me, once you were sure That I’m the only one who’ll ever have the CURE.” God thank you for that answer, I guess that’s what I really need To know that You love me and to know that You see Everything that I go through each day on this earth Everything that I’ve done and the times You weren’t put first So from now on I’ll praise You in spite of these side effects For you I’ll do anything, for You I’ll do my best Yet I know I’ll have struggles way more that before But I guess that’s the only way if I ever want THE CURE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/21/2012 7:10:00 PM
great write Nicko,GOD is the cure,love your spiritual mind,check out a few of mine
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Date: 5/4/2012 4:59:00 PM
THANK YOU GUYS. I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE THE COMMENTS
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Date: 5/4/2012 12:26:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today and I will be back Monday to read some more. Wishing you a weekend full of love and joy and much much inspiration in your writing endeavors Nicko. Love, Carol
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Date: 5/4/2012 4:58:00 AM
Nicko great flow to this, well done and welcome to the soup..David
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Nicko Johnson
Date: 5/4/2012 5:01:00 PM
thank you! its my pleasure to be here
Date: 5/3/2012 8:18:00 PM
Nicko, this is a wonderful piece of self-examination and coming to realize that God is the only cure for our many ailments. Well written my friend and welcome to the soup...one love. Joy
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Nicko Johnson
Date: 5/4/2012 5:00:00 PM
I'm so glad you like it Joy. thank you

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