Living with a chronic illness that several times has flared up so strong that there several times I was not sure if I was going to survive, there have been quite a few nights when I was fearful of going to bed because I wondered if I would wake up in the morning. My one comfort during those trying hours has been the hope of the second coming and the resurrection morning. It is this constant hope that inspired this poem.
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