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Surgery poem - by a cousin

 For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal,    declares the LORD Jer. 30 : 17

The rest of the ward are sleeping
I'm laying here alone
I wish this ordeal were over
And I were safe at home.

The nurses bustle around me
To them, it's all routine,
They don't realise the turmoil
Or the trials I have seen.

But it's now in the still dark nighttime
That I feel HIS presence so near
The ONE who said He'd never leave
If I called, HE would be here.

Now I'm being prepared for surgery,
To the theatre I'm being wheeled
And though I may feel insecure, 
To fear, I dare not yield.

Now I feel unconsciousness coming 
As my eyes begin to close
I feel as if I am drifting. . . . . .
. . . . . Slowly. . . . . . into . . . . . . . . a doze.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I have awakened, feeling much better,
My surgery has been a success,
Again, as in all previous trials
My Saviour has passed the test.

When YOU went through YOUR test or trial
Did you take the Saviour with you,
The One who said He'd never leave
If you called, He'd see you through?

You can, you know, right now,
Let Him lead with you behind
And feel the true satisfaction
Of this wonderful Saviour of mine.

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