Hospital Halls

I have walked many hospital halls- Entering each room to check on my patients lying in their beds, looking at four walls, Sick and alone and frightened of dark spaces. Some of them were young and very ill- Others were old and so very,very tired and pale, I was so sorry I couldn't heal them with a pill- But that was the fifties and we knew, sometimes we would fail. My elderly patiens were quite sad, I loved them all-they were so cute, They were like children, sometimes good, other times bad- But their histories told stories from which books are made. The children all knew that they were very sick, But they were so brave, it often made me cry- It didn't matter if their name was Sue or Nick, They knew that we were always on their side. I could tell many stories about hospital halls But I have to go now because my daughter calls, I'll share more tales of when I was in love With nursing and helping and serving my Lord above.