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Feeling well and then my friend, will this illness ever end?
From feeling well, I soon fall, back insides hospital walls,
Being home or there I know, God is with me wherever I go,
Carried to an emergency ward, within the arms of my Lord.

If it’s not bad enough for me, living daily, with neuropathy,
While infection rears its head, I’m back into a hospital bed,
All effects from my therapy; what the chemo’s done to me,
Lowering my body’s immunity, I lean on the God of eternity.

Since my chemo has finished, my abilities have diminished,
Like the ability, of each hand, and my ability to firmly stand,
But, I continue trust in the Lord, by who these aren’t ignored,
While, I lean upon my faith, that He’ll give me needed Grace,

Grace that helps me every day, as each trial comes my way,
Along with a supportive wife, who is with me, in all the strife,
While we fix our eyes on Christ, Who, controls our entire life,
Each and every waking hour, all, by God’s Grace and Power.

Traveling upon this weary road, Jesus Christ shares the load,
The load of burdens, which I face, by His all sufficient Grace,
Even at times truly carrying me, in ways I did not think or see,
God’s with me, there’s no denial, through this very weary trial.

(Copyright ©08/2011 Bob Gotti)