The other day
While getting wood
I had a surprise
That to do without, I could
I picked up a log
And got stung by a bee
Oh that sure did hurt
Between two fingers, it got me
I didn’t give it much thought
Though it itched, burned, and swelled
I figured that I would be fine
Since being stung before, Oh well
I awoke at night
With and itch, swelling, and excruciating pain
I couldn’t breath and had cold chills,
And I wondered was I gonna live again?
All I could do was cry out
Jesus, I am in trouble here
Unless it is my time
I sure need You here
All the sudden
The pain was all gone
Within a few minutes
I was singing again, sleeps song
I didn’t think about it much
But then later realized
The hand that was stung
Was the one with, I write rhyme
It didn’t stop me
Though it tried very strong
But Jesus is still my Lord
And my writing will go on
Next thing I knew
A family member
Attacked me with words
Trying my faith, to dismember
For nearly two days I wrestled with doubt
It seems that the enemy
Is trying to shut my mouth
From the words in my heart to say
I know that when obedient to Gods will
That many attacks to stop me will come
But I am thoroughly convinced that he cannot succeed
Since I am covered by the Blood, of God’s Son.
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