"...but of Love, of Joy and of a Sound Mind."

Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen. Jude 24-25

Friday, September 02, 2005

Words from a hospital bed

This is actually from the original "Happy Everyday" idea that I came up with 5 years ago. I force myself to think out of the box, out of the usual way I'd think. So I came up with an idea of a nurse talking to a patient. Then I thought, "Why must the nurse be the one who speak?" Hospital stays can be pretty boring if you are an outdoor person and our imagination can go wild. So let's imagine for the sake of it; imagine that your hospital bed could talk...

I wish you a very good morning
Before you get out of bed
You said you're feeling weak and you're sick
I really dunno what to say

Where is the pain that you're feeling
Is there a nail in your wrist
Is there a torn in your flesh that you've missed
Do you know just what it is?

I can see your body's beaten
Yet you don't know how it is
I can show you the broken pieces
You still won't know what it is

But be glad that you're breathing
There's something to look forward to
No matter what you're going through

I can see where your life is heading
Yes sir you have the right to choose
You said I have no right to judge you
But I reserve the right to speak

So be glad that you're living
The words from athis hospital bed
Is something that you cannot lose

Take it or leave it
Dun try to avoid everything
Before you know it everything is cool

Eventually every living thing will die and the non-living things will be in ruins and the old hospital bead will be replaced by more technological innovations. The old hospital bed reminance the golden days when those of it's kind are the most needed throughout the world. It sees those golden days blown away... perhaps it's a punishment for "talking" so much.

When it's all said and done
There's no words left to say
We can run like fools in the sun
Where no one stops us when we play

When our gold turns to dust
Tossed and turned by the breeze
I'll be blown like chaff in the wind
Coz nothing stays the same old way

Happy Everyday...

What could have replaced these old hospital beds? May be those technologically advanced massage-chair models? Hmmm...

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