(My incontrovertible personal testimony of my struggle of being HIV positive)
Only by the precious blood of Jesus, did I survive
You want to experience the sorrows of dying
From a disease, that has no known cure.
Come and sit with me for a short spell,
I will acknowledge the agony I endure.
When first diagnosed with the disease,
I rested horizontal on the floor for a week.
I examined my life to see where I went wrong.
Often, the comfort of a spirit bottle I would seek.
The experts told me I would not suffer long.
The virus should progress to AIDS very quick.
To the calculated statistic I would then belong.
No one should have to live afraid of getting sick.
I contemplated suddenly violently taking my life.
What in the world had my sins let happen to me.
How could I tell my friends the death of my first wife,
Had left me with a diagnosis of being positive with HIV.
Oh, for the peace of death for weeks upon months I yearn.
I would receive glances from quickly disappearing friends.
Some family soon beckoned me never to their home to return.
Loneliness soon became home from me; my social life ends.
Nevertheless, twenty long years and I look back.
By the grace of almighty God, yes, I am still alive.
Never took one prescription given by that quack.
Only by the precious blood of Jesus, did I survive.
Copyright 2007
Pastor Reginald Levi Walker



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