Alone in a long and slow night,

Burdened by much pain and fear,

Think about the Gethsemane Prayer,

Jesus pleading with blood and tear.

Bracing the horrors of Crucifixion,

He became our living sacrifice.

In His suffering, we find healing;

In His death, we find redemption.

As I reflect on His boundless grace,

And His everlasting compassion,

My heart is full of gratitude

For all His love and goodness.

Helplessly on a hospital bed I lie,

Hope there is still in me one more fight.

Cite

Wong, P. T. P. (2016, April 14). My first hospital night. http://www.drpaulwong.com/my-first-hospital-night

My First Hospital Night