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There came a frantic knock At the doctor's
office door,
A knock, more urgent than He had ever heard
before.
"Come in, Come in," The impatient doctor said,
"Come in, Come in, Before you wake the
dead."
In walked a frightened little girl, A child no more than nine,
It was plain for all to see, She had troubles on her mind.
"Oh doctor, I beg you, Please come with me,
My mother is surely dying, she's as sick as
she can be."
I don't make house calls, Bring your mother here,"
"But she's too
sick, So you must come or
she will die I fear."
The doctor, touched by her devotion, Decided he would go,
She said he would be blessed, More than he could know.
She led him to her house Where her mother lay in bed,
Her mother was so
very sick She couldn't raise
her head.
But her eyes cried out for help And help her the doctor did,
She would have died
that very night Had it not been for
her kid.
The doctor got her fever down And she lived through the night,
And morning brought
the doctor signs, That she would be
all right.
The doctor said he had to leave But would return again by two,
And later he came
back to check, Just like he said
he'd do.
The mother praised the doctor For all the things he'd done,
He told her she would have died, Were it not for her little one.
"How proud you must be Of your wonderful
little girl,
It was her pleading
that made me come, She is really quite
a pearl!
"But doctor, my daughter died Over three years ago,
Is the picture on
the wall Of the little girl
you know?"
The doctors legs went limp For the picture on
the wall,
Was the same little
girl For whom he'd made
this call.
The doctor stood motionless, For quite a little while,
And then his solemn
face, Was broken by his
smile.
He was thinking of that frantic knock Heard at his office door,
And of the
beautiful little angel That had walked
across his floor.
Share the Blessing
of Heavenly Love!
I KNOW there are Angels among us.......
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