| Leukemia |
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He lay, so still, on his hospital bed While family gathered around. It seemed like only yesterday, His laughter could always be found. But, the past few months, he became so tired He could barely lift his head. His body grew weaker, day by day, Until, finally, he had to be fed. Just a little boy of ten years old Who's life was being cut short, He would no longer run and play Or take part in his favorite sports. Friends could no longer call on him To join them in the sun. Their lives were just beginning While his was almost done. He slowly opened up his eyes And looked at his Mother and said, "Mom, I'm feeling no pain, now, But a great relief instead." Tears began to trickle Down his swollen little cheeks And they knew those would be The last words he would ever speak. And, as if by a miracle, a glow Encompassed the little boy's lifeless form. The room began to radiate and They knew he had been reborn. An Angel of God was heard to whisper These words that filled their ear, "Leukemia has lost the battle to Christ. Your little boy has nothing to fear." |
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