Places To Go

The Romans took St. Peter to a place,
Christ had told him, he did not want to go;
now me the cancer takes, as doctors chase
each tiny part before they start to grow.

Yet You, Lord, too took good St. Peter to
a better place that long ago You chose,
You choose the way and day our life is through,
cancer’s a lot the way a person goes.

My patron saint St. Peter had no choice,
neither do I when it comes to my death,
like Job, I bow before Your solemn voice,
God gives, God takes, bless You with my last breath.

You give life, Lord, then You give death to me,
I want to go to our best destiny.

                            by Pete Voelz       2/27/15