The Winner

It starts somewhere one morning Or evening or afternoon. Who knows when it grips onto A part of the inner parts It could happen when you’re alive With renewed hope and faith Or when you’re beside the water Feeling the liquid penetrate Your skin with exhilaration Who knows when it starts inside? It could start to eat at the mind First, under the skin, just where It decides to begin… in the veins Or in the bones, where you least Expect it to attack you from It starts, though, and soon you know The word is so scary that you’re cold With fear, whenever you first hear And say to yourself, surely it can’t be Not me, not the healthy, strong person Who has lived a full life and knows of no one Who has the answer to this deep strife? Then you turn to God, who holds all the answers And you pray, because what else is there today To get you through this thing that has assaulted Your very being, your inner parts, your feelings God answers your prayers while you are pleading To be healed of this horrendous disease He says you are healed when it is time for you to live And you can’t be healed when it is time for you to live With Him – Either way, you win your life