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by Grace
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Spiritual · #2154837
The discovery of my faith during treatment for breast cancer.
In the beginning,
when I was weak and didn't know how,
I prayed to God.
"Help my unbelief!"
"Send me the Moon!"
"Give me rest!"
I called out,
"Angel of Faith!"
"Angel of Mercy!"
"Angel of Hope!"
"I need you now!
Day by day,
my weary legs kept moving.
Dragging in the pit.
Still He came.
Giving me love, bit by bit.
Surely, that was all I could take.

We are born with faith.
A pink baloon.
But the world makes us forget.
There were seeds.
First with my father.
Later, with his death.
I was witness to unshakable faith.
Then came cancer treatment.
"Oh God!" I said, "I am consumed with fear."
"My weight is draped across the alter."
Eyes too blurred to see Him,
I asked about the future.
He told me to consider the Lily.
To consider the birds.
The dog that loves every blade of grass.
There is "Heaven on Earth", He says.

I started sewing my own seeds.
Watering them with my tears.
God searched my heart,
and named me Good.
He showed me the bulb buried in the ground.
A vision like a dream.
A stem searching the cold dirt;
struggling for air and the warmth of the sun.
Sweet rain falls.
I see petals stretching toward the sky.
The Lily.
I breathe it in.
A Revelation!
Keep reaching for God.

I can lift my head as high as the trees now.
Swirling all around, I hear Him whisper,
"Look up!"
A soaring Eagle gliding effortlessly.
I catch my breath and say, "Jesus".
Truth is dawning.
I take my time to pray.
A spiritual exercise.
I wished I could fly!
Then the Holy Spirit raises me up.
Gives me strength to stand on a rock.
Scratching and clawing my fingers raw.
His right hand pulls me out of the pit.

I remember the moment.
The moment I felt something real.
Ten thousand thank yous!
A sea of white glistening in the sun;
An Army of Angels!
Lead by the dog searching every blade of grass.
An overwhelming sense of Gods Grace.
I bowed my sincere head.
Blessed tears streaming into the well.
The most grateful I have ever felt.
A prayer answered!
He calls me daughter!
He didn't promise tomorrow but...
He promises me healing in Eternity!

In His timing, not mine.
There is purpose in my pain.
I have had great suffering.
Jesus sufferred more.
For me; for you; for the world!
It is hard to imagine a man so selfless.
I have been called up from below,
to say, "it's not Religion!"
It is knowing the Holy Spirit is sent to comfort.
It is shouting out, "I believe!"
I am not ashamed to say, "Praise Jesus!"
Or to say, "Thank you God."
It is written that 'every knee will bow'.
I choose to bow now.
I pray for enlightenment.
I pray you see Jesus through me!
Hallelujah! Amen!

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