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From Stage Three To Cancer Free

When I was diagnosed last year with cancer of my breast
That was when my faith was really put to the test
For a while I just felt numb then reality kicked in
And the hardest trial I ever faced was about to begin
When I first met the oncologist she said it was stage three
Then she put a plan in motion that was custom made for me
I had six rounds of chemo and I lost all my hair
At times I wanted to give up as it seemed more than I could bear
But only by the grace of God and all who prayed for me
With surgery and radiation I am now cancer free
I pray that by me sharing this it gives hope to someone
To be still and let God fight for you for the battle has been won

My journey through breast cancer last year

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Deadly Epidemic

There seems to be an epidemic spreading more and more each day
Although it's not contagious people are dying anyway
It's not heart disease or cancer, Alzheimers or even dope
This disease is caused from thinking there is no hope
The thing I am referring to causes one to believe
That no one cares about them and it makes them grieve
When they feel life has no meaning and nothing can be done
They may take an overdose or go out and get a gun
Then their friends and loved ones deal with grief of their own
And if they don't ask for help they too may soon be gone
Lord help us to pay attention and always be alert
Fill us with compassion for those who really hurt
Though we may not be able to fully understand
Let us just be willing to lend a helping hand

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The Wrong Funeral

Several years ago I had an opportunity 
To reach out to a grieving family with my gift of poetry
I'd seen in the paper a lady had passed away
I thought it was my friend's mother so I began to pray
I asked the Lord what I could do and he answered me and said
Go minister to the family of the lady who is dead
I went to the funeral home but when I walked inside
I'd never seen those people or the lady who had died
I went and signed the guest book then an usher came to me
I said I didn't see the person I came there to see
He told me she would be there when the morning came
So he pointed out her brother but I didn't know his name
We talked for a few minutes about the peace on his mother's face
After suffering so long she finally won the race
He asked me if I could come back for the funeral the next day
I told him I would be there and for him I would pray
When they brought the casket in with the family behind
I still didn't see my friend but it didn't cross my mind
I sat through the service then followed to her resting place
I walked up to my friend's brother and soon the color left my face
He thanked me for coming then I said his sister I'd not seen
When he pointed to this woman she was tall, blonde and lean
Then suddenly it hit me the family I didn't know
So I got in my car and drove as fast as I could go
On the way back to my house I said Lord, what have I done
That's when I heard him laughing and knew he was having fun
He did stop laughing long enough at the end of the day
And said you did what I asked you to and I led you all the way
The moral of this story is make sure you know who died
Then you won't have the urge to go and find a place to hide

This is a true story of my most embarrassing moment!

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My Sister's Love

I've been thinking a lot lately about my sister I didn't know
She died before I was born and her name was Marsha Jo
She was born in the fifties and soon after she turned two
She contracted a fatal eye disease and no one knew what to do
They sent her to New York where she received a glass eye
But by then the disease had spread and they said she would die
From everything I've heard of her she was extremely smart
The more I heard about her the more it crushed my heart
Because each time I did something I thought would make mom proud
I would hear those words again in my head ringing loud
I held my hurt inside of me until I was an adult
Many times I did my best but I still felt the insults
Then one night I had a dream and it was very clear
We were in the church fellowship hall when I saw Marsha coming near
I got up and walked toward her then she reached out for my hands
She looked at me with perfect sight and said I understand
Mama didn't mean to hurt you she loves you very much
You have a very special gift with a very special touch
Then just like that she was gone but my spirit soared above
Until we meet in heaven I know I have my sister's love

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A Police Officer's Prayer

Lord how I thank you for keeping me safe today
From dodging speeding bullets and cars going the wrong way
The streets are so violent now and some people are blaming us
But when they need our assistance we just listen as they fuss
In the morning when I get up and prepare to do my job
I may end up saving a life or be surrounded by a mob
Lord I need your wisdom in each situation that I face
Let me treat each person with respect regardless of their race
Give me understanding and show me what to do
In every situation may my heart reflect you
Everyday I go to work help me to do my best
Give me strength to do all I can and trust you to do the rest
Amen

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From Welch's To Wine

When I moved to Kentucky my apartment building had
A weekly Bible study and I was really glad
It had been a long time since I had the opportunity
To get out and go to church so my faith I could renew
On my first Sunday morning visit the service refreshed my soul
To try and be there every week was my ultimate goal
Then we had communion together we ate the bread
When the preacher said let's drink the cup I took a swig and said
O God this isn't Welch's as it burned going down
And before I knew it the room was spinning around
About five minutes later I began to laugh out loud
I felt like I was floating on a big white fluffy cloud
I got back to my apartment and I still felt a rush
That's when I knew one sip of wine turns me into a lush
The next time we had communion I was glad to see
We had Welch's grape juice and that was fine with me

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Walking In Their Shoes

Unless you have walked in my shoes don't say you understand
If you've never fought a battle in a foreign land
Or if you're called out to a fire and then when you arrive
You learn it was your neighbor's house and you're told no one survived
When a cop gets a call about a speeding car
He pulls up on a deadly scene and he knows who they are
A call comes in to dispatch about a missing child
Your heart starts pumping faster as your thoughts are running wild
Then you soon discover that the child has been found
A small lifeless body lying face down on the ground
So each case may be different but one thing is the same
We have one thing in common & PTSD is it's name

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This Time Last Year

Lord as I reflect upon the last year of my life
Filled with uncertainty anxiety and strife
I can't help but think about your mercy and your grace
Staying right beside me through each treatment that I faced
When I became so distressed and I thought you weren't there
You were before your Father's throne lifting me up in prayer
I just want to thank you Lord for not giving up on me
And I praise you that you have seen fit to make me cancer free
I ask you Lord to use me in any way you will
As I bask in your presence your purpose to fulfill
Thank you Lord once again for bringing me safely through
All the praise and honor I humbly give to you
Amen

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I'Ve Got More Work To Do

Lord as I sit here reflecting on my life
It's been filled with ups and downs
Happiness and strife
But this past year my faith was rocked
And I didn't know
If I was going to make it
Or if it was my time to go
You know I came very close
To going home with you
But I believe you saved me
Because I still have work to do
Yet I feel so unworthy
I'm haunted by my past
I long for you to touch me
And set me free at last
Lord please heal my body
My spirit and my soul
And remind me that no matter what
You're always in control
Amen

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Growing In the Valley

Well Lord here I am again with the same request
Asking you to give me strength in the midst of this new test
I want to feel good again is that too much to ask
I long to feel your gentle touch and in your presence bask
I know you have given me a lot more work to do
You healed me from cancer when I thought my life was through
Lord what am I doing wrong tell me so I will be
Able to deal with what it is so I can finally be free
He whispered to me gently my child please understand
You haven't done anything wrong I hold you in my hand
Though you are in a valley it's there that you will grow
Surrounded by my beauty and then soon you will know
Just how much I love you and it's there I make you pure
So just relax and let me work for in me you are secure