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A Fatal Disease

by Deborah Ann Belka

I have been diagnosed,
with a fatal disease
soon my whole body
it will capture and seize.

The prognosis isn’t good,
my situation is dire
from the effects of it
I will surely expire.

The disease is invasive,
eating away at my soul
my mind and my heart
it too, will take control.

There’s no escape from it,
its all-encompassing
doctors tell me a remedy
they’ll not be discovering.

But, I know of a cure,
for the sickness called sin . . .
it’s the cleansing blood of Jesus
that heals the disease within!

1 John 1:9

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful
and just to forgive us our sins,and to
cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

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