The Cancer With


	The Cancer Within How many of our precious days do we lose by being mad? Not only do we lose them forever. But we also make the Lord and Master sad, For, when we’re consumed by anger, We don’t walk as close by His side. We wander off alone spreading our anger far and wide. Anger is like a cancer it will consume us until we are no more, It’s one of Satan’s favorite tools To close and lock the door. To close God out of our lives is Satan’s only goal, For with the door to our heart closed The Deceiver is alone with our soul. That’s why we must trust in Jesus so He can take our problems away, Keep the door wide open; so by His side we can always stay. JRS © 8-19-99 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved