Hmmm... yes the hour is late
alone, i contemplate fate
and the curious collection
culminating in this new direction...
tho cancer would ravage and rage
i pause, wisdom sprinkeled, yet far from a sage
no fear in love
and love have i much...
that which would kill
now used to heal
a body once broken
by deeds better left undone,
words best left unspoken...
a disease whose purpose is death
now breathes vital breath
into the corpse of the wounded...
sweet ointment like healing
the Father revealing
hearts broken, now bending
no time for hatred, grudges or keeping
bitterness like a treasure
compared with life it won't measure
up in the shake down...
the bride is awake now
no time for sleeping
a daughter is needing
the strength of your pleading
w/sin not impeding
the grip of your words...
let heaven hear
words crystal and clear
Jesus, sweet Jesus
bring healing and life here...
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