Another Chance

I never thought this would happen to me.
Not to me.
But why should I be surprised,
When I lived each day as if my body were unbreakable—
As if warnings were just whispers to ignore?

I fed my cravings, not my health.
I chose taste over tomorrow,
Convenience over care.
And now, I live with the weight of every choice.

This… is my fault.

There is no third chance, they say.
But here I am, still praying for a miracle—
Still hoping,
Though my mind insists it’s too late.

Lord, if You still hear the voice of a man who wasted his blessings,
If there is still mercy left for someone like me,
Please… give me one more chance.

But if this is truly Your will—
Then grant me peace.
Give me strength to face each day with grace.
Help me not to fear what’s ahead.

I am needed still.
By my wife, who waits with tears behind her quiet strength.
By my children, who look to me with love and hope.
They are my reason.
They are my light in this valley of sorrow.

Don’t let me fade with regret.
Help me live with purpose—
Even now, even in pain.
If not a cure, then let me be a testimony
Of faith, of love,
Of a heart that never gave up praying.