Cancer, a single cell sin so tiny, so small,
With a hidden agenda of winner takes all...
Christ, offspring of God, so eternal, so I AM
With a hidden agenda of Death delivers man...
Infinite Spirit straight-jacketed into clay,
Emptying self , wildly, willingly, to obey.
Infinite Spirit robed in purity and light,
Shedding His robe, naked, birthed into darkest night.
Halt, blind and lame, I weaken as single cell sin
Cancers me, ravages me, without, within.
Crawling, clinging to the ground underneath God's cross,
I find a healing born out of Infinite loss.
Christ, Son of God, reduced to wearing sin and bone,
While I, child of Eve, wear His robes and dance on home.
No longer alone.
II Corinthians 5:21
Hebrews 2:14-15, 17-18