A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
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Categories:
parotid, blessing, god, health, jesus,
Form: Couplet
I was asked, “have you ever been hit on the jaw?”
I replied, on occasion, I’ve hit a fist with my face.
“Looks like scar tissue is the conclusion I draw”
“but I’ll send it to the lab to be sure that’s the case”
Four days later I got a call that had the answer,
I knew it was bad when He wouldn’t tell my wife.
He was quick to the point, “you’ve Parotid gland cancer,”
and about four days later I was under his knife.
In the Sixties the C word usually meant dying,
so I sought the hand of the one I’d long ignored.
The thought of eternal hell became horrifying,
and from desperation I took the hand of the Lord.
I fell down on my knees and started praying,
not asking for a healing but forgiveness that day.
Believing that He would hear what I was saying,
and that my new life path would be His way.
This all came to pass fifty-seven years ago,
at age Twenty-Eight I took the hand of Jesus.
I’ve clutched it tightly not ever letting go,
it took His death on the cross from sin to free us.
Thank you Jesus for blessing/extending my life.
Miracle Man
Categories:
parotid, cancer, christian, god,
Form: Lyric
Believing
Written: by Miracle Man
December 6 2020
I remember the day I first began believing,
To things of this world I’d long been cleaving.
Cancer was camping in my right Parotid gland,
The day I grasped Jesus’ outstretched hand.
Cancer had branded and trademarked me,
Would I then fight back, or just take a knee?
But I knew, alone, I couldn’t beat this villain,
I needed the real deal, not an earthly fill in.
I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing that He would hear what I was saying.
I wanted to be saved so I wouldn’t die lost,
I prayed forgive me Lord, whatever your cost.
I knew help would come only through His power.
and I accepted Jesus, as my savior, that hour.
I was twenty eight years during my hospital stay,
now at eighty two years I’m still alive today.
I Asked, Believed, and Confessed
Categories:
parotid, cancer, god, heaven, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Cancer Was the Match,
That Set My Fields on Fire
Written: by Tom Wright
12/2/2014
The path in life that I formerly pursued,
Whether aptly marked or vegetated trail;
Found most days all too frequently skewed,
So I sought God’s face to help me prevail.
For the thing staring at me I had no answer,
Neither peace nor joy was within my heart.
I’d been diagnosed with Parotid Gland Cancer,
And the new direction chosen, had its start.
No longer was life seen on hold, but on restart,
I’d surrendered to Jesus, authority in my life.
God began cultivating in me His work of art,
He began by guiding a Doctor’s surgical knife.
Now I no longer travel some unlighted path,
But the one which God the Father approved.
With time mostly passed I’ll escape his wrath,
Lest from the Book of Life, my name’s, removed;
Categories:
parotid, cancer, jesus,
Form: Lyric