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Bedside manner aka AABBCCCCAABBDD

The prognosis bad – but we don’t say so.
It’s not on the top of my head, you know.
I can understand why you might ask this.
Right now my thought is to give it a miss.
It would be so fake to give you a date.
Equally bad if we communicate.
Look on line, downstairs. Those people are great.
If it’s a big deal I know you can wait.
We got you to Christmas. That’s Ho, Ho. Ho.
We train not much to let any good word flow.
Hop on your bike. Go, give your kids a kiss.
This from us all – not to know is bliss.
We’re good. We’re sharp. We love our med tech.
But patients with questions. Mate, what the heck?

What Solomon prayed

Promise to David, for God to say
Proves him gracious. But what power to keep?
No glory or craft of this house today
Loud enough cries Our Faithful Does Not Sleep.
No house can contain you, no heaven hold,
Fool is the man who says, ‘Our God’s within.’
We fear the blight that shows faithfulness spent
But priest, house and king tell us to be bold,
You give the go-between for all who sin.
So give us the prayers, the words to repent.
If the day shows that in evil we’re set,
Turn, turn us to you. Turn, turn us to live.
For there is no one who does not sin, yet
There is one to change hearts: hear, and forgive.

14 March 2014 AD. After sermon on 1 King 8:22-53