Those multiple pair of eyes
sick, sad and lost
looking at me for replies
they scare me!
my littleness
and helplessness
in my face
stares me
I try my best
to heal them all
help me God
to treat them all
for I am just
a humble being
if you work through me
to health,
I will steer them all
once again today
at your feet I pray
to hold my hand
so that I can stand
in turn on me
they can depend
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