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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I received a call from my nephew one day, Instantly I had to kneel and pray. My brother about to pass away, I was off work so I made my way, To the hospital where he lay. He was drugged and wired, But had not expired. I asked what was wrong and got this reply, He had tumors in his brain and chest. MacMillan nurses were doing their best. One tumor would cause much pain and blindness, The other more pain in it's aggressiveness. If they operated on one or the other, It made no difference, I was losing a brother. I sat at his side and held his hand a while, He was delirious but I saw him smile. He was worried about the party BBQ, I just said be calm, don't get in a stew. Knowing he wasn't going to pull through, I sat there wondering what to do. I prayed one prayer, over and over, Asking God to come and take my brother. I asked Him to place Brian into a deep sleep, And then Lord take him home, his soul to keep. That night while heavily doped for the night, He leaped out of bed, gave us a fright. I put my hands on his head, I spoke in tongues He instantly calmed as if I'd soothed with a song. The nurses came and put him back in his bed, Oh it was just the drugs was all they said. The following day I returned to his room, All was light, there was no sign of gloom. Doreen, his wife and Jo-anne his child, Both looked at me and they just smiled. No wires, no tubes, he looked so serene, Just resting there as if in a dream. The nurse came in and said he was asleep. A coma? I asked. She said no, a deep sleep. I sat, held his hand and thought of my prayer, I knew that I knew that God was there. As I held Brian's hand, I felt God held sway, In that moment he took Brian away. He had heard my prayer, to this I hold fast. He took my brother home, to be free at last. R.I.P. For my Brother Brian 1949-2007 Paul & Jo, you are my family, you are in my prayers. © Dave Timperley 11/10/2018
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