Injured and Dying

She hasn’t prayed since the crash,
Her anger has become her strength,
Her defiance, purchased with pain,
She is broken and hopeless.

From nearby came news of a dying girl,
From the depths of her misery,
She tells God that He cannot let this happen,
And asks Him for the power of a miracle.

Her eyes close to focus on the little girl,
“Maybe she can help me find peace,”
“Or maybe I can choose to walk again,”
She decides how to use the single miracle.

As she enters the child’s house,
And her pain worsens, unabated,
The power of the miracle invests her,
She is placed in the chair by the bed.

They join frail hands in a gentle caress,
The power of the miracle passes.
The little girl rises from her bed,
And as they hug, they are both healed.