Lying on the white sparkling bed did I moan
Nothing could I do but groan
My head was aching
My legs were shaking
The odor of medicine
The smell of cream
Was all like a dreadful dream
I needed a lot of care
Sitting up straight was like a dare
Looking pale and full of sorrow
Remedies were essential to borrow
Wishing the day to pass by
My hopes were in fact high
Taking the last pill for the day
All day on the bed did I lay
Dull, blunt, mournful and somber were my feelings
I knew there was a place for healing
Looking around did I see
With great joy and glee
I realized I wasn’t the only one
Gloomy feelings were now to be shunned
My Lord, high above is thee
Never will my hope in Your grace will flee
I think I’ve gone better
As I received the doctor’s letter
I am now fine
Watch out world you are mine.