As The Nurse Brings The Light (Verse 1) We’ve counted the cracks in the plaster and paint, Breath catching short in a room growing faint. She wrestles with mornings that lean into gray, While the coffee goes cold and the world drifts away. And I was the witness, clutching her hand, Till you steadied the floor and taught us to stand. (Chorus 1) You — the hands that bring the light, Moving through pain with quiet might. You lift her gently, trace the line, Borrowing courage instead of time. No uniforms holy, no spotlight — Just steady hearts, the hands that bring the light. (Verse 2) You turned her slow when the breath caught thin, Spoke to her softly from somewhere within. Fixed the blanket, the gown, the brace, Set the rhythm, the tone, the pace. You never spoke promises you couldn’t keep, You just helped her rest, helped her sleep.(Verse 3: The Breaking Point) Sometimes I’m jagged, sometimes I break, Running on worry I can’t forsake. Frustration builds where helplessness grows, I shout at the wind just so someone knows. But you see past what fear creates, You anchor me before it’s too late. (Chorus 2) You — the hands that bring the light, Hearts still open through the longest night. You speak in kindness, the quiet kind, That eases the body and steadies the mind. No haloed names, no borrowed rite — Just real compassion, the hands that bring the light. (Bridge – 6/8 lilt) It’s patience and science in perfect accord, The comfort of warmth in a cold, bright ward. You’ve taught me balance, how to stay near, How to help her move without the fear.(Verse 4) The months repeat, but you stay the same, No need for medals, no need for fame. I see your faces in small good days, In the calm you leave, in the grounded ways. In a world that forgets what it means to stay, You show up again, day after day. (Final Chorus) You — the hands that bring the light, Working unseen but doing it right. You’ve shown her mercy that’s measured and real, The courage to comfort, the strength to heal. When I think of endurance that turns pain to right, I think of you — the hands that bring the light. (Outro) The warm blanket, The kind words, The quiet fight — The warm blanket, the kind words, The way that you fight — Another long day, and we’re missing the moonlight.

The Hands That Bring The Light