Lightly touching fever’s brow
With a soothing mother’s touch
A solemn whispered prayer she gives
As to his little hand she’ll clutch

Her heart is full of worry and pain
As helplessness floods her soul
Wondering why it happened to him
She prays to make him whole

In just this moment for the very first time
She feels God’s presence there
She stops her fevered ranting as
He lets her know He cares

As plain as day he makes it known
That He hurts for the pain she feels
That He did not this sickness cause
And His love for her is real.

She freezes where she sits in prayer
To keep that feeling near
He tells her He’ll be close by
And have a listening ear

She clings to every word He says
There is so much more its true
But this is His sacred answer to her-
Your asking must come from you