Slow Healing

Oh, my son how sick you'd become,
So a trip to the hospital we made.

The results were grim,
Our hearts fell within,
As we found out the reason for this disaster.

The doctors came in,
A small discussion to begin.
The reason for your pain,
Kidney failure was to blame!

In denial of what we heard.
It was just too absurd.
Our once healthy little boy,
With a sickness that could destroy!

The days to follow were scary and bad.
Our little boy so weak and so sad.
Pokes and procedures, dialysis everyday.
When will it all end?
When will he be okay?

At church they all prayed
For your healing and recovery.
The Holy Spirit filled my heart,
And entered your room around 11:30am.

Angels posted at your bedside,
Silently raising you up.
Letting us know that God,
Will never give up.

You are his child,
And God has plans for you.
You are to become his Disciple,
And help lead others to him too.

Thank you God for your healing touch.
For saving our son, who we love so much!

Written for my son April 2008
Love, Mom