Crying aloud as you entered the world;
The world needed you, you had purpose.
Growing with grace and the unfolding of a beautiful childhood;
Teaching every chance you could get, people marveled at your presence.
Life could be difficult, but you always chose the bright side;
You lived a perfect life.
Beautiful relationships transpired;
Friendships were made, even though you knew they would forsake you.
A life was built, one you had dreamed of;
You knew your time was coming to the ultimate of finales.
A family was all you ever hoped for, it seemed nothing could go wrong;
Your family was devoted to your side, loving you while others spewed hate.
The news was shattering, how is this possible?
You cried out above, “Must I go on?”
The torture began, coursing through veins;
The time had come…the cruelty was beyond comprehension.
Growing sicker and sicker…pricked and prodded, it seemed it would never end;
The agony was unbearable, strength started to wither away.
A smile was forced through the tumultuous year, praise in the storm;
Calling out with love and forgiveness, praise in the storm.
Unable to walk, heartbroken and tired…how does one go on?
Hung on a cross, nails in wrists, spears thrown, a crown of thorns.
Light peeked out from the clouds, a smile seemed easier to bear;
Thunder sounded… the time had come…. It was finished.
A heart full of gratitude, the marathon of 33 was coming to a finish;
Raised from the dead, risen into the Heavens… 33 was finished.
Thirty-three years… what a life. Although there was incredible pain, there was joy;
Thirty-three years… a perfect life. Despite the excruciating pain, there was life.
In thirty-three years, perspective was gained. Cancer will never win.
In thirty-three years, salvation was gained. Satan will never win.