Nurses are supposed to make things better We each have that inherent trait inside that Wants to ‘make it better’ Your leg was gone, or was it both legs? It was hard, so very hard To make things better. What could I say To make you want to Live and not die? To give you the will to embrace life? There were questions, there was anxiety And many sleepless nights, you slowly shared Your greatest fears. ‘I can live without my legs, but I cannot live without her! Will she still love me.. and see me as her man? How can I stand tall again’ It has been years since you set that question as A prayer and a plea before me. I have prayed and prayed and want to say I pray for your healing. No, it will give you back your legs, Your arms, your sight, or even peaceful dreams. Laying down the bitter load will free you to Smile at a child’s laughter, Reach out to a wounded heart, Lift up your face to God and let the unanswered Questions… rest in Him.

Nurses are supposed to make things better We each have that inherent trait inside that Wants to ‘make it better’ Your leg was gone, or was it both legs? It was hard, so very hard To make things better. What could I say To make you want to Live and not die? To give you the will to embrace life? There were questions, there was anxiety And many sleepless nights, you slowly shared Your greatest fears. ‘I can live without my legs, but I cannot live without her! Will she still love me.. and see me as her man? How can I stand tall again’ It has been years since you set that question as A prayer and a plea before me. I have prayed and prayed and want to say I pray for your healing. No, it will give you back your legs, Your arms, your sight, or even peaceful dreams. Laying down the bitter load will free you to Smile at a child’s laughter, Reach out to a wounded heart, Lift up your face to God and let the unanswered Questions… rest in Him.