THE UNSEEN PHYSICIAN
I touched his little fevered head
And watched him as he slept.
He looked so tiny in the bed;
He did not hear me when I wept.
We've done all that we can do,
They said earlier in the day.
They told me to get some rest,
But I said I'd rather stay.
When morning came I saw him smile,
Oh, happy moment! -- and I knew
As I'd kept vigil by his bed
Someone Else had been there too.
Copyright © 1971 Ruth Gillis
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