I saw this post up somewhere a while ago, no one knew who the Author was/is.

It echoed so much with me and I wanted to share it with you. There are some doctrinal imbalances within that I don’t quite agree with but for the majority, I thought it was warm.

Shout out to all the Health care professionals all around us. Lord knows exactly where it hurts and aches.

The nurse stood and faced God.

Which must always come to pass.

She hoped her uniform was clean,

She’d gotten dressed kind of fast.

“Step forward now, nurse.

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my church have you been true?”

The nurse squared her shoulders and said,

“No Lord I guess I ain’t,

cause those of us who wade in blood,

can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays,

and at times my talk was tough.

And at times I’ve been violent,

cause sometimes my patients are awful rough.

But I never took a penny

that wasn’t mine to keep…

although I worked a lot of overtime,

when the bills got far too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place

among the people here.

They never wanted me around,

except to calm their fears.

If you have a place for me, Lord,

It needn’t be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don’t I understand.”

There was silence all around the throne,

where saints had often trod.

As there the nurse waited quietly

for the judgment of her God.

“Step forward now, nurse.

You’ve borne your burdens well.

Walk peacefully on heavens streets.

You’ve done your time in hell.”

-Author Unknown-