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| (Written while sitting by the
bedside |
| of one of our daughters.) |
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| Thank you, Lord, for hospitals |
| For doctors and nurses, too |
| For modern drugs and medicines |
| And the wonders they can do. |
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| Thank you for the friends we have |
| Who are glad to help in any way |
| And you know your name will be mentioned |
| Whenever they kneel to pray. |
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| But most of all, Dear Jesus, |
| To You we give the praise |
| For watching over our little girl |
| Through weary nights and endless days. |
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| So precious then it is to know |
| Our love for her You share |
| Oh, how it puts our hearts at ease |
| Just knowing that she's in Your care. |
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| And when her life's been spared, dear Lord |
| And she is well enough to play |
| May we continue to give thanks |
| For watching over her day by day. |
