Thank the Lord with his sword,
As my vitality is restored.
I asked Him to touch me,
Because my life was going roughly
And death I couldn’t afford!
He set me free and protects me,
Carries me when I can’t see!
I was heading to the end,
But He decided to extend
The person I need to be.
Terminally ill and over the hill,
Oh what a bitter pill.
But God raises the dead
Out of the grave bed
Because it’s His powerful will.
Just ask and wait for He is great,
The Lord is never late.
Jesus is the answer,
He cured my cancer
And changed my earthly fate.
Written by Louis van Niekerk on 07 November 2010
LvN Poetry 