Bless the Dear Hands

In the darkest of hours, when my strength was all gone,

Through the shadows of worry, they took me on.

At the doors of Hillcrest, where the weary find rest,

I was met by Your angels, the kindest and best.

With patience unmatched and a comforting smile,

They stayed by my side through every hard mile.

When fear tried to whisper, some spoke words of grace,

Bringing hope and Your light to my hurting place.

Lord, bless the dear hands that held mine from the start,

The compassionate hearts that left such a mark.

For the nurses and staff who helped me get through,

I lift up this prayer of thanksgiving to You.

They were kind, they were constant, considerate, and true,

May the blessings they gave be returned, Lord, to You.

I could not have made it without their sweet care,

The encouragement they gave, the grace in the air.

They tended my body, they lifted my soul,

And used by Your mercy, they helped make me whole.

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Lord, bless the dear hands

that held mine from the start,

The compassionate hearts that left such a mark.

For the nurses and staff who helped me get through,

I lift up this prayer of thanksgiving to You.

They were kind, they were constant, considerate, and true,

May the blessings they gave

be returned, Lord, to You.

When they tire, give them rest;

when they pour out, fill them up,

Let Your favor and sweet joy overflow in their cup.

Protect them and keep them, wherever they go,

Let them feel the deep love that they so freely show.

Thank You, Lord, for Hillcrest.

For every doctor, nurse and guide.

May they feel Your love and protection

and under Your wing they will hide.