Life is more than for living.

I have seen the baby cry as it worms its way into the world
Emerging from the cocoon of safety in which it was delicately curled
As in writhing agony the mother brings forth this bundle of joy
Not caring whether this delight is that of a girl or boy
I have seen the glitter of hope in those eyes full of innocence and charm
Curling fingers, clasping tightly not wanting to let go for fear or harm

Then watched as the years progress, from creeping to running to standing tall
Life seems an ocean of unexplored adventures beckoning to the call
To wander aimlessly so it seems, to run and not care, to laugh and not weep
Dancing with the wind, daring to reach out and make that mighy leap
From childhood to the years between the teens, of growing up
Making errors as lessons are learnt and life is lived out of a cup

When without warning a bow snaps and an arrow flies
Hitting its target with a devasting impact that in the trench now lies
A life is now hanging in the balance at this random act of malice
Brings a family to seek out those who can best give sage advice
In helping to make sense of this mysterious enemy that steals in the sun
From whose grasps so few have had success in making a run

How can this be that life could play such a cruel game
Without first declaring the rules for which no one is to blame
Then I turned to the Lord to seek His counsel for what this can be
For surely He alone must have the answer for this tragedy
Only for His response to come, life is more than living
In this world where so many die with no hope of believing

To see me in the new world ahead, where pain and grief
Are absent and gone, no place is found for death and the thief
In the garden of my everlasting creation
That leaves men on earth with hope and aspiration
In knowling that life on this globe is worth more than living
Because the body is but a seed that strives on believing.

Glenn, for those who are in the fight with cancer.