Promised Release

He was having a good time
Enjoying himself
When suddenly his hopes and dreams
Were put high up on a shelf.
At the hospital, the doctors say
“This boy needs blood, or he will not stay.”
“God, why have you let this happen?”
His parents ask a month later,
When their faith is shaken, and spirits are dampened
The doctor tells them:
“This is a fluke, and it should not be
But the blood given to your son
Was positive for HIV.”
From that moment on,
The boy was changed.
Now instead of skateboarding and
School and girls
He thought about death
And how his life was rearranged.
Under such a heavy burden
Most would crumble.
And there were times when
In his faith he did stumble.
Asking God, “Why, after I have served
You my whole life? This is not what I deserved!”
“My child,” God replied
“You pray each night your soul I’ll keep;
And you must know, when you suffer I weep.
I will never forsake you, or give you more
Than you can handle, in your journey to heaven’s door.”
Slowly, his relationship grew with the Lord
As the boy thought of the hand he was dealt.
And he often wondered if anyone else his age
Knew the first thing about how he felt.
The trials he faces with each passing day
Are far greater than anyone could say.
But knowing this child has taught me a lesson in
How to live my life.
He has been made stronger
In the midst of tremendous strife.
His courage is amazing,
And God will surely be pleased
When he calls this boy
To the gates of his kingdom
And promised release.