Jehovah Rapha, The Lord Our Healer

She sits across the desk from me
Strives to hide her trembling hands,
Explains the doctor's staring gaze
And all her disappearing plans.
I gently place the light brown wig
But she just sits and looks away,
I feel my eyes swell up with tears
I can not find the words to say.

And here I sit, so blessed so healthy
Knowing her battle has just begun,
No aches or pains to overwhelm me
As I watch her walk out with her son.

Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more?

She sits across the desk from me
Makeup to hide the bitter bruise,
She says she can not help but love him
Says she shouldn't have to choose.
Silently I stare right through her
Watching love and fear collide,
I feel a lump I can not swallow
The words she needs, I can not find.

I arrive at home to my sweet haven
Where my husband kisses me goodnight,
Wonder what I ever did to deserve him
Say a prayer that her face will heal tonight.

Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more?

His voice sounds low and somewhat fading
I'm listening on the other line,
Says he has given up on living
He feels his break has passed him by.
Hope is slowly up and leaving
He wants this sadness to go away,
I feel his voice through my phone shaking
I pray to find the words to say.

I have hope of something brighter,
A purpose I found years ago
And pray that I will introduce them,
To the Healer that I've come to know.

Thank you Lord, I could not ask for more.

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1 comment :

  1. This is gorgeous.
    You have a serious way with words, lady.
    He is great.


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