Confused
Confused
Written: by Tom Wright
7/22/2017
Recently, I experienced Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Doctors said any hope of my living looked grim.
But to the power of prayer I can readily attest,
And prayer warriors had placed all faith in Him.
On the first day of January I was clinically dead,
And seven times defibulator paddles hit my chest.
Four days after surgery I lay comatose in bed,
A multitude of problems were being addressed.
Doctors and nurses could see my life slipping,
Most of my organs had now ceased to function.
My life was hanging on sixteen bags dripping,
But God had control of my body’s dysfunction.
From above, toward me, music was directed,
Six songs played simultaneous that I could discern.
By others, this music, could not be detected,
And the simplest things I began to relearn.
My living, Doctors said was beyond explaining,
Why I was so deathlike and misunderstood.
But God still has a purpose, for my remaining,
A role beyond my ability, used for His good;
God has all power over life and the grave,
And at this moment I’m wrapped in His love.
He won’t allow Satan, my life, to enslave,
But keep me from things I’m uncharacteristic of.
Around the Hospital they called me Miracle Man, The Protected One
And a fighter.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017
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