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Unforeseen Malady

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Bob Gotti
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0 posted 07-31-2011 06:42 PM       View Profile for Bob Gotti   Email Bob Gotti   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Bob Gotti's Home Page   View IP for Bob Gotti


Unforeseen Malady

Something that I could not foresee, is what they call neuropathy,
Chemoís effect on extremities, well below the elbows and knees,
Numbness in my feet and hands, something no one understands,
Unless they dealt with the same, then empathy they can proclaim.

The neuropathy started in my feet, whether I stood or took a seat,
With a feeling both night and day, just like I had socks on to stay,
Soon my walk would be hindered, as the numbness daily lingered,
Causing me to slow my stepís pace, as impediment, I had to face.

The effect in my hands was worse, although my feet were hit first,
Losing my feeling in each finger, as the numbness began to linger;
Now little things I could not grip, even plastic bags, I could not rip,
But this isnít the end of my story, as Christ gets the ultimate Glory.

Like my taste, that was taken away, it is coming back, day by day,
Becoming more apparent and real, getting stronger with each meal,
It was The Lord to help me cope, as there appeared to be no hope,
But, my taste was stronger each day, returning very shortly to stay.

It is my Lord God and my Creator, not to mention He is my Savior,
By Whom, I can be totally restored, for by Him I am never ignored,
God can restore my hands and feet, putting this malady to defeat,
For it is God, Who will restore me, for Heís The God of all Eternity.

(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)

Heís coming very soon as the signs are very clear,
And when that trumpet sounds, weíll be otta here!
Praise God for our Great Blessed Hope, Who Will
Deliver All Those Who Believe, out of this present
World of Darkness into His Glorious Eternal Light!
(1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 and Titus 2:11-14)
      
What A Blessed Hope, Bob Gotti / http://www.poeticpulpit.com
© Copyright 2011 Bob Gotti - All Rights Reserved
Michael
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1 posted 07-31-2011 06:52 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Bob, it is a true blessing to read your testimonies in this forum.  To God be all the glory, I'm thankful for the healing you have experienced.  Sometimes, things have to be taken from us and "restored" before we truly appreciate them.  I know that has been the case with me.  
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2 posted 08-25-2011 02:31 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I pray you continue to heal and give God the glory... this is a beautiful and touching testimony!
 
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