It Was Always In Gods Hands
It Was Always In God’s Hands
By: Miracle Man
12-10-2022
Twas the day past Easter, when my Cardiologist came in.
Addressing me as Lazarus, prompted my tears to began.
Good morning Lazarus, was the greeting he gave.
For he’d recently witnessed, God bringing me from the grave.
Saying a lot of people lately, have been talking about you.
I was thinking once more; that God had came through.
He had said, we’ve done all possible, and it’s now in G0d’s hands.
But what others viewed as my death, wasn’t part of God’s plans.
That day, sixteen bags on a drip frame, was sustaining my life.
Everything had shut down, and he was comforting my wife.
But in seven days God caused, those bags to dwindle to one.
And hospital staff assigned nicknames, that couldn’t be undone.
It was Miracle Man, and Protected one the one’s most named.
And since New Years Day 2017, Miracle Man I have claimed.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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