A Medic's Prayer

Lord please guide my hands be still
My stare be stoic my heart numb
Let me not falter let me not feel
Though I’d rather hide in my bunk

Let me save this weary soul
Upon this battlefield where he lay
Midst the rain of reddened lead
And fallen woes of recent dead

Give me courage to do what I must
To dull my fears and in you trust
That I may not bring forth harm
But soothe whatever ails this man

Dear lord I ask for your providence
To stop my shaking and do what is asked
Let me be your servant and nothing less
Help me save this life not cradle it’s death

I have but hands and tools at disposal
Keep me lucid to do what is right
To grasp unto his life if hope is but faint
Or save another when all is lost