An Answered Prayer

Sleepless, she struggles to breathe in and out Her nose blocked; a cough once in a while The mucus in her nostrils and bronchi, who will rout? A prayer on my lips; what praise report will I file Jehovah Rapha, take this cup of suffering away I cannot sit and listen to her as she suckles I praise your name; even in this you hold sway On our knees we will fight this with bare knuckles She is awake talking to the sofa in baby talk It is half past four in the morning, cold Our redeemer lives; with Him we walk Happy again; proud to be part of His fold With baby’s permission, I wish to lie down Will sleep escape us with the coming dawn? I celebrate the gift of another day, without a frown As my sleepy, happy head stifles a yawn