Weeks of hideous pain drag me down,
doctor gave me asprin to ease the pain,
soon a blood test
revealed the brutal force,
I had been inflicted with the worst
...luekaemia.

Chemotherapy began the process off,
powerful but destructive drugs infused into my blood.
The only way out,
but hideous pain,
cry out to God in the night.

He blesses his children with sleep.
But little did I know
that the real pain was coming.
What is known as a bone marrow transplant,
was my only chance they said.
Chemotherapy was just a 1% chance,
but if I could find a donor with identical stem cells,
I could have a 25-40% chance
of cure, survival.

78% of sufferers never find a donor
but something interesting was there in my case.
God had given me my father's stem cells,
perfect for the transplant.

God doesn't work by percentages.
we trusted God with all our heart
my dad had had skin cancer,
any remaining melanoma
would surely have taken my life.

The immense suffering of a bone marrow transplant
cannot be put into words.
As I lay in my living nightmare
I cried out to God,
who is always there.

Two days had gone past
the limit to produce the blood
for me to survive.
Doctors with empty faces
entered the room to share the devastating news.
I needed a second transplant
or I would surely die.
We were told the second transplant
usually didn't work,
but was my only hope.

We needed a miracle from God,
we felt his power fill the room.
Peace overcame fear,
as we gave up control to the almighty.

[Guitar Solo]

Ashtonishment, joy,
and disbelief was felt by family,
medical staff and doctors,
were shocked with the realization
that the original stem cells
had begun to work.

God performed a miracle
and the blood began it's count.
Soon the graft had taken
I was on the road home.
As I was discharged we prayed that all would work.

Weeks of pain followed as my body fought to live.
The devastating pain was a real sick affair.
I forced myself on walks and to eat each day,
but the immense pain was more than I can say,
was more than I can say.

As I struggled to live on and fight the sickness war
we were told by doctors
that the cancer had returned.
Two weeks I was given
but we had had enough.
We were ready to hand all to God!

No more treatment I annouced
to the cancer doctor.
Standing there I was in God's hands
then suddenly one day a double seizure struck me down.
Family gathered round to see my final hours.
Countless damage had racked my body
leaving me half dead.
I couldn't walk,
I couldn't see,
my insides were badly hurt,
it seemed it was the end for me.

Warrior upon warrior around our distant globe
kept the vigil fight of prayer
of power that can't be stopped
and as the folks cried out to God,
He heard them and I lived to stand for him.

A lot more special days.
God has given me peace and comfort all along.
As I have cried out to His grace
the joy is overwhelming.

He has the power to heal,
He has the power to save,
as we trust in his mercy
we know that we are safe.

I KNOW THAT I AM HEALED!!!!!!!

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