The Hospital Room

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The Hospital Room
 
The hospital room was peaceful
As I quietly slipped through the door,
There she lay looking frail and weak
Whose life had been a strong tower,

With an aching heart I pause
Seeing that gentle face so dear,
Whose memory will live in my heart
Her loving voice will forever echo clear,

“Is that you lad?”
The voice once strong, is now feeble,
“Yes Gran it’s me”
I place the flowers on the bedside table,

Bending, tenderly kiss an ashen cheek,
Once it was rosy pink, full of life,
And part of her wonderful smile
Which made a young boy feel safe,

“You know that I will soon be going”
Announces Gran with a smile on her face,
“I know Him of whom I believe
And I’ll be in a far better place,”

I pick up the precious well-worn bible
As she asks me to read it once again,
Read of how The Lord Jesus came
Of the promised future life without pain,

Seeing Gran live out her faith
Reading the Scriptures to her each day,
Brought me to the place in my life
Where I finally learned to trust and pray.

John Joseph Fox 2005