Lord, here I am with no control
Infirm within this bed
Wrapped in The One who saved my soul
Who raised my shameful head
You gave doctors knowledge here
Nurses, such love and care
I feel Your presence ever near
With all You have to share
Vast technologies are all round
Warring against the pain
Pumping in treasures so profound
Like drops of silver rain
Yet though I fail to understand
The reason this should be
I know my days are in Your hand
And You could rescue me
My arms and legs I may not move
I breathe but through machines
But through me still, I hope You’ll prove
What true salvation means
Lord guide these tools in whom I trust
These servants in Your hand
Make all my ailments turn to dust
Whilst faith takes up its stand
You made me flesh in spirit too
You’ve blessed my aching soul
All that I am is asking You
Please make Your servant whole
Whatever yet life’s storms my bring
Malady or disease
My praise will rise to You my King
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']Riding on Heaven’s Breeze.....[/FONT]
