My Miracle Poem by Ray Hansell

While lying in the recovery room
I thought I was alone
Then I heard a voice softly whisper
It's not time for you to come home

I slowly opened my eyes
To see this bright white light
As the voice slowly again whispered
My son, you are going to be alright

In the hospital I could barely move
As the tears fell from my eyes
So very thankful to the Lord above
That I was not going to die

I vowed right then and there
To live a life wholesome and clean
For I know in that hospital room
He was the miracle I had seen

It's funny when your at deaths door
That's when you want to live more than ever
You grab a hold of that second chance
Vowing this time to do better


7-14-20/RjH