Christ in the morning.
Christ in the afternoon.
Christ as night falls.
Christ in all time zones.
Cares and sorrows
may last for the
rest of my life.
I will not lose faith.
I will not succumb
to be one of the sheep
following a path
away from God.
Like a child,
I will submit.
Prepare myself
to be with Him.
When they close
the lid of my coffin,
it will not define me.
It will not matter.
I will not be in
the carcass they
will mourn over.
Fear not that some
will weep for me.
Or that others
will proclaim
I am with death.
I shall be with Christ.
Jesus summons me,
so to Him I shall go.
As the clouds gather
in the skies above me.
As the shadows fall
on this momentary
place of suffering.
As the sun and moon
travel in their
day and night rituals,
Christ will be with me.
I fix my eyes not
on what I can see,
for that is temporary.
I shall embrace
what is unseen,
for that is eternal.
Christ in the morning.
Christ in the afternoon.
Christ as night falls.
Christ in all time zones.
I am reconciled
with the fate
pronounced upon me.
I am ready
for what is to be.
He is stronger
than the cancer cells,
He is triumphant
over my illness.
It is what it is.
It will be as it will be.
Christ in my prayers,
Christ with me.