(this morning, a friend sent encouraging words,
asked me to keep fighting against cancer that invades my body,
suddenly i realized something tremendous)

Christ healed my cancer two thousand years ago
so i too, have finished fighting against it

like Job who fought not
but guarded his heart
of what he believed came from God
i now fight for my faith
the faith that deserves
every drop of blood of mine 
and every pus drips from my wound
they don't spill out for no reasons

every pain i savor
is a drip of faith refilling my vessel's prayers,
let ugly stiches on my body
be like lovely rosary beads
tattooed on my skin

help me guard my faith, friends
till i finish the end line
i know victory will be mine
as in Him all things will be more than just fine

yes, i know my life isn't that 'grand'
yet i won't regret every single time
for in Him i shan't complain

let my lips keep praising
and my heart keep rejoicing
though life pushes me to its fiercest brim
help me return all the glory to Him

for Christ has pinned  my cancer on the cross
two thousand years ago...

(by His wounds, i have been healed...1 peter 2:24)

FeRa, feb'17

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