THE GIFT OF LIFE
Cancer, one of the most dreadful words,
That man has ever heard.
When it was told to me, I said “this cannot be”.
It’s always someone else, someone you do not know.
But not today, today it’s me, it’s what the picture shows.
I could have run amuck,
But this was not just bad luck.
My God wanted me to see
What He would do for me.
From the needles and reclining chairs,
My God was everywhere.
In the doctors and nurses hands.
The medicine dripping into my veins,
I knew my life would never be the same.
In the weeks and months that lay before me,
He gave me insight and eyes to see
The many souls that He could touch through me.
He said “put your trust and faith in me”.
I did! And I have been set free.
In the five years He has given me,
I would have given willingly.
For He makes no mistakes,
My life was His, for Him to take.
Through my suffering and sorrow,
I have hope for tomorrow.
Knowing we are all in His hands,
But He will give us strength to stand.
With each day He’s given me,
He’s given me new eyes to see.
In the beauty of this land,
He has perfected with his hands.
I give Him thanks each and every day,
For allowing me to be here and walk in His way.
And if somewhere along the way I can touch just one,
May I hear Him say, my child, well done.
But if my time is running out,
Don’t cry for me, just hear me shout.
Thank you God, for the extra time you’ve given me,
Now take me home, I’ve been set free.
Naomi Lewis Tarr
Her poem first appeared In our July 2007 Newsletter |
