| At the Edge of Our Faith |
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At the edge of our faith, Jesus came to our rescue, When cancer found its home On the fat-part of his nose. Basal Cell Carcinoma, A malignant tumor; The friendly kind of cancer ~ From too much New Mexico sun. An earlier stroke, High blood pressure mania; A colonoscopy, Basal Cell Carcinoma. Too much in such a short time, The imagination is like a run-away-train. But, Jesus wrapped us in His arms And things are looking up, again. The surgery got it all And Jesus came to call, When cancer found its home. We were healed at the edge of our faith. |
| © Carol D. Meeks 2002 |
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