Healing is a gift from God
giving to special people
whom he chooses
to anoint for such a special task
Healing doesn't just come from the medicine
giving but from the hands that give it
and from the smiles that come with it.
The touch on the shoulder
the hug or love that says
everything will be okay.
It's in the box with all the surprises
and the moments I feel
like I'm the only special kid.
Even in the small exam room
where one can act a fool
with each of you to ease the pain of this long, hard road.
Healing comes from the love
that each of you have
for such a person like me.
God has anointed and appointed
you to be his special tool
to heal my sick driven body
whether God chooses to heal me on Earth
or in his Heavenly home.
I will always thank God for nurses like you.

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