Zoveel ik kan

"DIAGNOSIS BREAST CANCER"
I'm sorry dear, please sit down My doctor said with a frown. His sadness was plainly written On his face for me to see. I'm almost certain this is cancer, But lets do some more tests He said smiling his best. His compassion was great as He told me the truth Gently compelling and never aloof. "This is not a death sentence" He said so resolute. You can beat this But you have to be strong You will be put to the test, And the test will be long. And then I thought This Doc is the best.... I stumbled out the door And into my car I was all alone and numb, but the house wasn't far. Then in spite of my horror and fear When down my cheek slid a tear I remembered the greatest of all healers was near. The Lord Jesus who raised Lazarus from the dead and healed the blind. Then courage I began to find Surely He (Jesus) could heal me. His gentle touch would deliver me......and my faith In Him would set me free!

The Volumes


Life is a story in volumes three,
The past, the present and yet to be,
The First is finished and laid away,
The second we are reading day by day,
The third and last of volumes three,
Is locked from sight..God keeps the key

A Place To Heal


A place to rest, A place for tears,
A place to remember all the years,
A place to listen to a song bird sing,
A place to hear the bell chimes ring.

A place to not ever pretend,
A place to grow, laugh and mend,
A place to have courage, faith and hope,
A place to love again and cope.

A place to look up at the heavens above,
A place to have prayers and God's love,
A place to enjoy..a moment to steal,
A place to have peace, a place to heal.

A Place To Heal


We all have an angel who walks by our side,
When things get us down we use her as our guide.
When the road we travel is dark as the night,
It's the Angel God gave us who shows us the light.

Breast Cancer
Breast cancer is a scary word That never wants to be heard you find that lump and go in a slump always in the back of your mind you will find another one even bigger it will trigger you all the time scared to even look you feel like an open book you only have one breast it puts you to the test you can never rest people stare at you you just say boo you don't feel whole you want to crawl in a hole so you can be alone and say why me........

De regen is een grijs gordijn
voor mijn bslagen ramen
De berk die altijd vrolijk is
hangt nu vol dikke tranen
Net als ik somber ga worden
zie ik twee gele eendjes
in plastic jasjes,glimmend nat
met waggelende beentjes
in pas gevonden evenwicht
van kleine dribbelpasjes
de vleugeltjes vladderen
heen en weer
en petsen in de plasjes
Dan vind hun moeder het genoeg
de paraplu gaat open
en onder moeders vleugels
zie ik ze verder lopen
Geheel vertederd denk ik dan:kom
Ik trek mijn regenlaarsen aan
en ga een straatje om