<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Doctor’s Mistake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As towns flourish and teem with life<br>Of all colours and creeds<br>In one of them lived with his wife<br>A doctor, with certain needs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life and practice were more than good<br>He’d friends on every side <br>Yet took to drugs so oft he could<br>Which soon would turn the tide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day a bad mistake was made<br>A fault he tried to hide<br>With pills a man in bed was laid<br>Who very nearly died</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His medicine was wrong of course<br>The doctor was so high<br>The dose he gave could kill a horse<br>A man would surely die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For many years the doctor’s wife<br>Had prayed both night and day<br>For God to change her husband’s life<br>And take the drugs away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her prayers were heard God saw how sad<br>His daughter lived with tears<br>Although her husband’s deeds were bad<br>God freed them of their fears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doctor’s heart began to melt<br>He joined his wife in prayer<br>“Oh Lord my God what guilt I’ve felt<br>Since knowing You are there”<br> <br>Salvation came because a wife<br>Had knelt in fervent prayer<br>Not only had her husband life<br>But now! Life’s Truth they share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+P.+Johnson">Michael P. Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542257" data-title="A Doctor’s Mistake de Michael P. Johnson" data-description="As towns flourish and teem with life Of all colours and creeds In one of them lived with his wife A doctor, with certain needs Life and practice were more than good He’d friends on every side Yet took to drugs so oft he could Which soon would ..."></div> </div> </div>

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