By June Chapko
Cancer doesn’t care if you’re young or old,
Cancer doesn’t care at all.
Feeding on the weak, even on the strong,
Wreaking much havoc, sinister and cold.
Cancer doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,
Cancer doesn’t care at all.
It takes what you have, and crushes you down,
Stealing and robbing, still looking for more.
Running rampant, making chaos of lives,
Cancer doesn’t care at all.
But blind to power, much greater and sure,
A strength overcomes as earthward it dives.
His hand reaches down, right down to our core,
Our Father God cares, He cares for us all.
He touches our soul, with a love divine,
To make us survivors, forevermore.
