healing – Woodsmoke and Cardamom

The Night Nurse

by Lucy M. Young

She comes into my room so quietly, I hardly know she's there.
Her cheery smile, her air of confidence allay my fears
And slow my racing pulse.
She comes on silent feet
With soothing words and gentle hands
To ease my pain with medication,
Or maybe help me to relax
With just a little friendly conversation.

All night she's near and I can rest
Knowing a simple touch upon the call bell
Will bring her quickly to my side.
May God be always with her
And bless her richly for her sympathy,
Her quiet strength and patient understanding
Throughout the long dark hours of what could be 
A sleepless pain-filled night without her.

Sometimes I Get Discouraged

by Lucy M. Young

Sometimes I get discouraged
With pain day after day,
With tiredness and weakness
That will not go away.

Forgive me for succumbing
To hopelessness, despair;
And help me do what must be done,
Grant strength my pain to bear.

I pray that it may be Your will
That pain depart from me;
But if this be my lot in life,
Then, Lord, please walk with me.

If I could feel my suffering
Could somehow ease Your pain
Inflicted on the cruel cross,
'Twould not seem so in vain.

So Lord, help me to bear it
Ignore it and go on;
Believing that the day will come
When pain will all be gone.

Just hold my hand when I'm afraid,
Uplift me when I'm low;
Make strong my faith, wipe out despair,
And keep my heart aglow

With love and gratitude for You
And all You've done for me -
For granting me the ability
To feel and hear and see.

Grant Me Serenity

by Lucy M. Young

Dear Lord, grant me serenity,
That I may gracefully accept
Whatever comes my way that can't be altered.
If my body must be crippled,
Let not my mind and heart and soul be crippled also.
Grant me the strength
To rise above my physical affliction,
And be content with what I can accomplish
In spite of it.

Lord, grant me courage
To change my way of life to fit the limits
Placed upon me by my handicap;
To smile in spite of pain;
To laugh at difficulties, disappointments,
And find the strength to do my daily tasks.

But if it be Thy will, dear Lord,
I pray that Thou wilt heal my leg;
That pain may disappear,
And I may walk and work and live in comfort;
However, Lord, Thy will not mine be done.
Whatever be the outcome of this day, I will accept it;
And with Thy help,
I'll strive each day to live a useful, joyous life;
And make my home a pleasant, tranquil place,
That all who come may feel refreshed,
And go their way with peaceful, happy hearts.

The Family Doctor

by Lucy M. Young

He's more than just a doctor
He's a friend, a confidant,
To whom I can confide my deepest fears.
He will not laugh or put me down,
He'll understand and help.

Whistling a cheerful little tune
He ushers me into his office.
Anxiety and fear are dissipated and I'm sure
That whatever ailment I may have
He'll treat successfully.

He always has a little joke
Or interesting anecdote
To put me at my ease and cheer me up.

He is sincere, concerned and caring, understanding.
He lifts my spirits while he treats my body,
And I leave his office reassured
That all will soon be well.

He has a deep abiding faith in God
And I gladly put my life into his hands;
Knowing he is guided through his faith
By the great Physician, Jesus,
Lord and Saviour of us all.