The choir sings,
their songs so sweet.
Their voices so soft,
in this fleeting moment.

The desperation,
of a dying man.
Flung into a faith,
a final stand.

And it does feel,
just a bit odd,
to call upon,
not man, but God.

But in desperation,
a man will throw away,
his values and beliefs,
just for a day.

So now he sits,
inside this house.
A house of faith,
quiet as a mouse.

He prays for hope,
for peace,
for life.

But will he get it?
A man who was not faithful,
all his life.

He will,
because God is forgiving.
Because God loves all.
Because Gods is giving.

Will he live,
through this brutal disease?

No.

But will he earn a spot in heaven?
Indeed.