The picture in her display case showed
Me how beautiful she was before
The cancer ravaged her body.
I had agreed to sit with her for
A couple hours just to keep
Her company.
The pain is getting worse,
The pills don't work as well,
And I could see the agony
In her eyes.
The medication also makes her
Sick, and she vomited in
The trash can.
"If God will take me," she
Tells her husband,
"Please let me go."
He's not ready yet, to
Give her up.
There were lots of tears in
That tiny living room, but
Lots of hope, too, because her
Hope's in Him.
I opened her Bible and read
Psalm 139.
I could tell by all the highlighted
Verses that it was one of
Her favorite passages too,
I sang hymns to her, and she
Mouthed some of the words
Along with me.
She was tiny before the cancer
Struck, and now, she's barely
There.
We had a prayer, and I headed
Home trying to keep my troubled
Mind on the road.
It had been a hard visit,
Not one I would have chosen, but
One He chose today for me,
And every other Wednesday afternoon
Until she's gone.