I was lying on sick bed
With so many patients
All around me
They were try
To be silent
But the pain and restlessness
On their gloomy pale faces
Were clearly seen
That day I really felt
How much pain
This world has
And kind of compassion
Began to appear
In a corner of my heart
I could do nothing much
Except a silent prayer
For all present there
May God grant them
As earliest as they can
Their cheerful health
The power of true prayer
Is never wasted
It gives endurance
To bear the pain
And quickly regain
Our lost confidence
Just give me your one moment
And let’s pray for all
To be happy
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