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Hospital News
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By Michael P. Johnson
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      Hospital news

Upon her bed a woman lies

Attentive to her neighbour’s cries

A caring nod a friendly smile

As doctors shuffle down the aisle


A nurse then whispers “There now dear

I know your friend’s no longer here

You tried your best to lift her heart

But in the end she had to part”


Her face was gaunt, so pale with fear

When first I saw her wheeled in here

Amazed; she turned her frail white head

When first she heard me pray in bed


“Do you believe that God is real?

A God who knows the way I feel”?

“She paused a while then with a sigh”

“I’d like to know before I die”


“For these few weeks I’ve shared God’s Word

Throughout the ward my voice you’ve heard

I’ve prayed I’ve sang, I’ve shared my views

To all who came I’ve spread the news


It’s through God’s grace this life we live

While yet I breathe life’s facts I’ll give

Yes even now; my heart takes wing

Whilst telling you of Christ my King


My friend, she smiled with big brown eyes

When late last night with great surprise

She said” “I know just what you mean

Christ came; to me and made me clean”


“She turned her head again to speak

Joyful tears rolled down her cheek”

“Now I know why Christ died for me”

“Her head fell back, my friend was free”…..

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Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 12, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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