Black Death, invaded me,
His White Light prevaded me.
Enemy tried to take me out,
Fear and Doubt, tried to shout them out.
Positive thinking, didn't have an inkling..
Radiation, chemical complications..NO!
Rest and relaxation, didn't cause a migration.
Then Jesus...tore it to pieces..
His Blood, His Promises,
The Lord..His Sword..
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 08.03.2009.