For Thou Art With Me

The Chainsaw, the Glass, and the Razor Blades The chainsaw, the glass, and the razor blades Went out on the town one night. Their new residence was in evidence Where the tumor once hung tight. Near my navel, the three got a table And ordered a round of stiff drinks. And before very long, the drinks became strong And unloosed their worst nature of things. The three lumbered o’er onto the dance floor, Slicing and cutting their way. As the music revived, the pain came alive And created havoc all day! Now thanks to the meds, the three blades are dead, Although they have been known to revive If coughing occurs, or bending berserk Causes dancing pains to come alive! The moral herein you can take with a grin To hopefully laugh at the pain, Giving power to my goal of taking the role To conquer again and again. Humor may be a tool, they say, of the fool, But it’s easy to keep near at hand. So I’ll laugh at you, Pain, not allow you to gain When the cough once more strikes up the band. Amen! Wherever I’m Going “Wherever I'm going, He's already there," Is a good way to say that God's near me, Not only in times when Life is awry, But in good times as well, He can hear me. Our Lord never moves; He is steadfast and true, God is always waiting to calm; When trials become harder and harder to bear, He soothes all of my wounds like a balm. Yet just as the veil of the troubles of man Splits to reveal sunlight, not shade, I have a pattern of moving away, Disconnecting the link that we've made. But He never leaves, just continues His vigil, Watching o'er me patiently; For, without fail, when I seek Him again, God's sitting right there next to me. Good times are peppered with bad times, you see; So our walks in His garden each day Must always continue, no matter the venue, And never must I turn away! A calm is more stressful a time than the storm! It's then that I comprehend Trust; Not looking away in our Faith walk each day-- For Christians, an absolute must! When the men in the boat were in fear of the storm, Jesus commanded the water to still; They realized with awe it was God in the boat When the tempest died down at His will. As I sail in my skiff, both in calm and churned waters, Seeking to reach the safe shore, I'll let God pilot me in close proximity, Toward the harbor that I am bound for. Yes, wherever I'm going, I know for a fact God will always be waiting for me. He's already there, poised to answer my prayer That I asked of Him down on my knees. Changes My mama always told me To try to look so neat, With hair all washed, with dresses ironed, Shined shoes upon my feet. For nearly seven decades, I’ve made my mama proud; Then cancer came into my life And shouted very loud: “I’m here to rearrange your life! I’m here to change your stance! I’ll snuff out all your vanity, If I have half a chance! “I’ll leave you scarred, I’ll leave you bald, I’ll make you hurt all over! I’ll make you toss your makeup And leave scarves in the drawer! “Your appetite will not remain, Nor will your strength and humor”— (Now who’d have thought that all of this Could be caused by a tumor??”) So now the battle line is drawn; I must make a decision: I face my foe, let cancer know I view it with derision. The power it wields can be contained; But changes it bestows Can be attained, my courage drained— If I allow it so. I draw my sword of warfare; I call in all the troops. And with a mighty surge of Faith, I yell a loud war whoop! For God is by my side, you know, He raises high his staff— The winds erase the sandy line That barricades the path. The angels in their chariots fly, Lined shoulder next to shoulder; While Christian soldiers with their spears March onward, ever bolder. His staff he drops, the winds subside, He gathers me to Him. He calms my fears and dries my tears And makes me smile again. My baldness is a sign, you see, That I am still alive! So I will wear it proudly While here on earth, I’ll strive To praise my God forevermore More glory to His name, Allowing me to honor Him, To further spread His fame. When once again I’ll brush my hair Or shine my shoes and such, I’ll never be the same again— These things won’t matter much. New clothes lost their importance; My smile is all I need! I’m simply free to be just me, To plant more Christian seeds. So long as I have peace and love, So long His honor give, I’ll be His best, I’ll pass the test, To Praise Him while I live. Chemo Companion God came with me to the clinic, Walked beside me, held my hand; Calmed my heart and stilled my being, Helped me when I had to stand. God is present, right beside me, Inside both my head and heart, Adding Peace into the IV, Adding Love when chemo starts. With the liquid slowly dripping, While my silent prayers are said, I will faithfully surrender To my God, upon my bed. With Him, I shall change my thinking From a dread, to gratitude For the chemo that’s encircling Round the tumor’s magnitude. Viewing it more as a blessing Than a time of poison pain, I will visualize the healing, Hoping to get well again. Now as I lay on the gurney, Praying for a sweet release Of the cancer’s spell that binds me, That the clutching pain will cease, I’ll remember He’s my Maker, He’s my Counsel, He’s my Guide; With my Heavenly Father’s presence, I”ll have healing bonafide. God went with me to the clinic, As He does where’er I go; He will never, ever leave me-- God, from whom all blessings flow!