The Chaplain comes to see me , each and every day.
She asks me how I’m doing, what has come my way?
Then I tell her, just what’s on my mind.
She sits there and listens, to everything that’s said, every time.
She answers all of my questions, not missing even one.
I find myself waiting, for time for her to come.
When my mind is confused to where I can hardly talk,
She doesn’t get up to leave, and out of my room to walk.
She’s just so very patient, and kind as she can be,
And I’m so very thankful she takes her time
to spend with me.
May 18, 2011