To try to watch the shiny beam, I'm at ease. No coldness to feel unfortunately, I still sneeze.  I pray upon my almighty God to make me better.  Though my past is heavy his mercy is much heavier.  For I'd rather die to live in his kingdom forever.  Then to live and be just as soul dead, yea doesn't seem so clever.  What's word without an action, it's merely just a blur.  For if I do my best and make a turn around, surely I'll be cured.         By: Qwandale Pippen 5:23pm on 8/12/15