"Glad Not To Be"
I am so glad to be a patient
I am so glad not to be a doctor
My heart isn't brutal enough
It bleeds thick and red instead
I am the patient-sort of person
Masochistic Christian Beyond Recall
If Someone handed me a scalpel or
cottom swab or vaseline jelly
i would scream and vomit in horror
no, i wasn't born for the gritty butchering
of souls.  in fact, i feel so much vigour
in the angels that my fellow man and women
and children have, that i pray almost
constantly, praying and my mind
is haunted even when i am at home
safe in my home, i still feel like
i should be giving blood or negotiating
surgery or being psychooanalyzed yet
again, i think the angels are my fellow man
when i look into another's eyes i see an angel
i know our wings are conceale beneath our clothes
coats and shawls and hoodies and overalls
yet they are there, all the same, angels wings
and they fly when they walk.  I believe
in the honour an integrity of this fight
being patients, going up against science
with faith strengthen oh Lor Strengthen
My faith, So that in Thy NAme
I May Move Mountains.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.////