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
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