A LIFELONG INFLUENCE
Walking through life holding on to a dream
Losing a loved one, I wonder does she see?
My future birthed from memories, from six years old to now.
The killer that took her, I’ll fight for her somehow.
Her predator not human, her life taken not by hand
She knew death was impending, her countenance was strong;
Cancer snuck up on her, its deadly fingers gnarled;
She taught me faith and courage, she showed me fortitude;
This path my life will take me, will honor her one day
I will help save others with God’s unending grace
And when I see their smiles and their sighs of great relief
I will finally quell the anger of this nasty beast.
When I meet with her in Heaven and we sit at Jesus feet
Our lives will come full circle, in victory so replete
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