God Made Sixteen Bags My Witness
God made Sixteen Bags My Witness
Written: by Tom Wright
5/7/2018
When loss of my life became a legitimate threat,
The grim reaper was present but I was not alone.
God comforted me from many things that beset,
As Doctors worked on a heart once encased in stone;
The sixteen bags suspended on a chrome drip frame,
God used to impress workers, and proving my fitness.
Though unable to speak, and unaware of God’s aim,
He was retooling my life to be His hospital witness.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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