Michael P. Johnson
Hospital Rest - Poem by Michael P. Johnson
“Oh Lord, beside my bed I stand
Seeing such dreadful pain
Yet peace is mine in Jesus’ hand
Through whom I’m born again
Hospital’s not a place for rest
Some curse before they die
My God I see I’m richly blessed
Whilst here to You I cry
Committed nurses share the plight
Of patients’ deep despair
Showing devotion day and night
Bestowing love and care
For but a moment! Doctors come
With words few others know
Leaving their patients lost and numb
When off again they go
Tossing and turning one by one
At times a nurse they call
Yet who gives thought of Christ Your Son?
Before to sleep they fall?
Yet how am I to tell them Lord?
Amidst each moan and groan?
That in their state they can’t afford
To live with hearts of stone
Christ died for them upon the cross
So man The Truth may learn
For every pain He suffered loss
So why yet don’t they turn?
If they’d repent! I know You’ll heal
Through faith You’ll set them free
So at my bed my God I kneel
In hope Your Truth they’ll see”…
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