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(For my friend Wanda, who sits with Jesus in a hospital room today…)

The antiseptic smells permeate my air

The needles in my arm, my freedom steal

The sounds of working monitors ringing in my ears

Surroundings unfamiliar and surreal

The gray walls of this sterile room

The gown that covers me

The bleach white sheets and rock hard bed

Void of color, softness-free

Still, You tell me You are here

And I am in Your palm

My Great Physician in this room

And suddenly, I’m calm

A nurse comes in and covers me

With blankets nice and warm

Reminding me of Your great love

Wrapped ’round me in this storm

Visitors come to my door

I see You in their eyes

Reminding me You feel my pain

And hear my silent cries

The notes that people write to me

Telling of their care

Remind me how you speak to me

In Your word and through my prayer

So in this room where I now lie

Where comfort and color cease

I’ll know Your comfort, Your colors see

As I rest in Your sweet peace….

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 – Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles…

Psalm 34:4-5 – I sought the LORD, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. 

 

 

 

 

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