Please Father, guide my hand
as I make the cut
on a broken man.
Place your hand on mine
to guide and steady me.
I have your son here with me.
His family waits impatiently.
They believe with all their hearts
that I will fix the broken parts.
Place your hand on mine.
That I may stay the end.
The end of a life so grand.
Help me to give back to them
their son to hold, to cherish him.
Thank you Lord Jesus
for Thy love and Thy Grace.
It is sufficient.
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Sharon, I hope I have this right; it is talking about a surgeon, correct? Well, even if I got it wrong, it is still a very good poem.
May God bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
