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A Plea To God
She lies quietly inside her pain
Another day stretched out before
Hospice has arrived to ease her journey home.
Her Father in Heaven is near,
All talking has ceased,
After all she can do, she is helpless and worn
to a simple breathless, "help me Lord?"
As her caregiver I offer a prayer of hope,
Knowing the Savior had heard her call
I prayed that an effectual door might open and
thru His grace a witness given, that she might know
she is a blessed child of God. I wrap her in a soft
blanket of white and hold her in my arms and whisper,
Be not afraid
Copyright ©
Dawne Zacharias
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