Little Timmy's battle had been won
For his deadly disease was now all goneA rare disease that took so many
Could not win the fight over Little Timmy
Then the Doctor called him over
With a worried look and a hand on his shoulder
I'm sorry Tim but your sister has it now
And your blood may be her only way out
I need you to give blood to her
Or I'm afraid she will die for sure
For Timmy was only five years old
But the antibodies she needed was in his blood
With a turned down face Timmy thought for awhile
Then looked up attempting to smile
"I will give blood, if that's the only way
That she can live and be OK"
Later while Timmy's giving blood to her
He started to smile as she was getting better
Then toward his mom he turned around
With only a whisper, barely a sound
He asked, "Mom, how much longer do I have?
I don't mind dying, if she can live
How much longer, until my blood is gone?"
This is what Timmy had thought all along
I wonder what his sis now thinks of him
How could she thank him, where to begin
What if you were her, just coming too
To find out, your brother would die for you
You know Jesus really died for us
Taking our sentence upon that cross
That horrible disease known as sin
Through His blood we can start again
To understand the price He paid
Will lead you to being saved
For how do you feel when one dies for you?
So you can live a life brand new?
