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I thought I was a doctor…
For when I was just a boy,
A doctor’s what I always hoped to be.
I’d always find sick creatures,
Nurse them back to health and joy,
And proudly pat the back of “Dr. Me.”
I thought I was a doctor…
For when I was still a teen,
I studied hard beneath a healing man,
I learned of all the medicines,
Of proper ways to clean
And bandage wounds with deft and rapid hands.
I thought I was a doctor…
For when I became a man,
“Doctor” was the title that I claimed.
I dedicated every day
To warding off death’s plan,
My name and my success were well proclaimed.
I thought I was a doctor…
‘Til the day that I met Him,
And my take on help and healing took a turn,
He could heal with but a touch;
His words sent death back to Hell’s brim.
I knew that I had so much more to learn.
I thought I was a doctor…
But I stayed there by His side,
To watch his every move and knowledge gain,
And found that He was more concerned
With fixing what’s inside,
With healing hearts where sin had left a stain.
I thought I was a doctor…
And that I was born to heal,
But there’s a truth that I would finally see,
I thought I was a doctor,
But the Doctor that was real,
Had come to earth in order to heal me.
*Based on the life of Luke, the “Beloved Physician” (Colossians 4:14)
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