Doctor, what is that glove on your right hand?
Is it chock full of holes that exude sinking sand?
Is it made of strong truth and without compromise,
Or is it a rag permeated with lies?
Does God's awesome holiness cover your arm?
Are you washed in His blood that protects from all harm?
What covers you from your head to your feet?
Are you sticky with dirt that foul pigs love to eat?
What is that scent that I smell on your fingers?
What sort of fragrance on those fingers lingers?
What kind of cloth is upon your right wrist,
With power to heal or God's Word to resist,
Wielding the scalpel, unveiling the knife?
Are your instruments sterile? Can they save my life?
Are you clean on the inside or do you spew germs?
Tell me, dear Sir, I do so want to learn!
Are you a vessel through which God can heal?
Do you sell snake oil or are you the real deal?
Tell me, that I at last might understand.
What sort of glove do you wear on your hand?
The doctor is outraged. He goes through the roof.
"I'm insulted," he growls, "that you'd think I could goof!
As if I need anyone guiding my hands,
Giving me wisdom or any commands!
"I did not study so long and so hard
For you to call me a piece of Swiss chard!
The long hours I spent there in medical school
Should prove without fail that I am not a fool!"
Following this down-to-earth conversation,
I'm overcome with a strange reservation.
I prefer medical care from the Lord.
To trust in this doctor I cannot afford.
He does not believe, and on me he casts doubt.
In the seat of a scoffer I sit. Let me out!
Give me a doctor that knows God is real.
That's the physician that I'll trust to heal.
Give me a man who will uplift my faith!
Give me someone who will not hesitate
To trust in God fully, and look to his power
Minute by minute and hour by hour.
That is the surgeon I know I can trust.
All other remedies lie in the dust.
Leaning on Jesus for everything,
I trust His provision. His praises I'll sing!
How He shall heal me I'll know from His Word,
Reflecting on all that I've seen and I've heard.
In prayer I will ask to know His will for sure.
That is the way I'll lay hold of my cure.
I'll know His wisdom at first by His peace,
Then by the purity it does release.
Full of good fruits such as mercy and love,
How certain this guidance from heaven above!
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