The man quickly climbed into his car,
And silently prayed a request of might,
Though the hospital seemed too far,
The Good News could not wait the night!
The sky grew pale and eased its evening near,
Rain and hail pelted the windshields as in a brutal fight,
Still he drove on with no consideration of fear,
This Good News could not wait the night!
He knew somewhere within the emergency rooms,
An old friend lay suffering from Satanís bite.
If only he could prevent the condemning doom,
With the Good News that cannot wait the night!
With a sigh of anxiety he arrived through the gale,
He walked through the door bearing the news of light,
With the everlasting thought that he would not fail,
For the Good News would not wait night!
A Bible in hand, he brushed past every doctor and nurse,
And banished the sin of worry with all his might.
Storming into the friendís room, he pointed to his selected verse,
ďLook, Friend! This Good news has come to you tonight!Ē
However there came no response or movement from the ill manís lip,
His soul was lost, sealed eternally in a torturing blight,
Harshly refusing Jesusí relationship.
How was the Good News to be shared this night?
In was then the man knew he had waited too late,
His past had responded to prayer in a refusing flight,
All because of his unwise choice to procrastinate,
Would the Good News be forced to wait another night?
ďThere, there honey. Things will turn out for the best,Ē
A nurse said, encouragingly clutching the man tight,
I too fear the subject of death and an eternal rest,
I try to find, but I see no hope in my sight.
This woman had no knowledge of the Lordís salvation!
It was here that the manís heart leaped an enormous height,
It was here that this nurse witnessed the Lordís exaltation,
As the Good News was shared to her that night!