Hymn 5: E.R. In E Flat Major

I stepped in to bring Susan some saline
The E.R. was a wreck—they had nothing left
Everywhere was death
A pile-up out on 95
And everyone had just arrived
And I'd never seen so much color in my life

How can they be so afraid when the father's so near?
Doesn't everybody know that the arm of the Lord is severe?

I'd like to help
But I'm all in the way
So I hustle out
To the hall with my crates

And there, parked by the wall
A broken voice starts to call
"Please stop this pain"
We are all alone
Just the three of us again

And as I pulled the tube from her mouth
She drifted off to sleep
Singing to the sky
And scrunching up the sheets

"Oh God
Oh Lord
I'm home
Oh God

Oh Lord
I'm home
Oh God
Oh Lord"



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Busath
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