Not so dirty,
That is his blood can’t cleanse,
waiting on his mercy,
to save my fingers and my hand.
In The hands of the lord,
I put my crushed hand,
what medicines cannot,
Christ you can.
Guide the fingers of the doctors,
Bless thy servant’s hand,
Let it be whole,
Just as the other hand.
Oh God of healing,
Heal my hand,
Heal not just my finger,
Heal my heart soul & mind.
I wrote this poem way back in 1994.I wrote this poem in front of the operation theatre.
I was wearing green dress, as I had to be operated.
I wrote this poem as a prayer to the Almighty God.
This poem was written on a DTC bus ticket, as I had no other better option. I had met with an accident my left hand got crushed between two buses.
As I share these lines with you, I still can see the marks on my left hand. And I still do thank God for protecting my hand.