You are dying and I am crying

I forget the pain your feeling

You feel the pain I'm forgetting

I hate the cancer for being

I wish I could hold it in my hand

I would put a needle in its eye

I would eat it alive

I find comfort in the thought:

He will survive in God's care

But the evil corruption will die without him

It needs him

But the time has come

He doesn't want to feed you any more

I find solace in the thought:

Death would be unfair if it didn't visit us all

Death is your ticket to freedom

Death is my friend

I find peace in the thought:

That there are so many people who love him

Privately, quietly, me the most

Like a lamp in the darkness, I will find him again,

In a place where sorrow is not known

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,

The evidence of things not seen” Heb.11:1