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by judith redmount Nov 8, 2007 category : Life, society / meaning of life
As I was lying on the bed There was a bright morning light A smiling nurse came in and pressed a needle inside They took me to a room With doctors and people in green Another needle on my back There was not much to be seen He ask me if it hurts And I said: oh No Than he followed: Be good Your number one in a long row For three hours they've been working I could see all on the screen It took hours and hours Don't ask how I have been Perfect operation, the doctor said And then we could go to the room I wanted to eat But it was much too soon And then came the night And then back the day I wanted to go home That's all I could pray Before I could imagine I was alowed to go home For you it could nothing For me it was a trip to Rome At Home I got fever And then I felt cold But I kept taking my pills I felt young, not old In all those days of pain Jezus, my friend was near Because of His love and hope The pain could dissappear Now I am better And thank the Lord for His love No moment without Him, ever Jezus, our Master, above. Thank you Jezus for healing me This happened really as described. Judith