Hurt Poem by Harry S Smith

An angel I know is hurting,
How can this really be?
She cannot heal herself at all,
So lay her hurt on me!

I could take her pain for sure,
Willingly I would,
I'd take away that vicious strain,
The Devil demands I should.

My Lord, she's love's creation!
So help her in her plight,
She's sent to do your bidding,
Now help her fight the fight!

I pray she's made much better,
She has so much to give,
From this day on, til final breath,
Set her heart to live.