My heart is breaking, aching for you
as you lie there so afraid.
I thought that I could keep you safe,
I feel I have betrayed.
You look to me, those big blue eyes
to comfort and console.
I mourn the things I cannot fix
things out of my control.
To my God, I will entrust,
please guide the hands that heal.
Give them wisdom, give them strength,
and your plan, Lord, please reveal.
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