Psonnets of Worship
If Cancer...

If Cancer is the limit and the sign
that I have lived my life, then I will die.
The sun sets from the solstice of my sky,
and winter's stars' ascendance will align
themselves until my future does not shine.
But Jesus, let my light so shine, that I
may offer up this prayer, and draw so nigh
to Thee in this, my hour of compline.
Arise, O Sun, with healing in Thy wings
because my breast and bosom are Thy nest,
and heed this psalm that Thy belov'ed sings,
and heal the spot and blemish of my breast
with precious blood, and take away death's stings
with earthly healing and eternal rest.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org