I rode to the third floor With more than a cart full The sign on the front desk Filled my heart full Of love It's a frog on a clothesline Below it says, "Hang in there, you'll be just fine" "It's so true," I tell Doris but she just stares So I hustle down the hall With the one thing that God sent to help them cope And I sing this prayer for the sick as I bring them hope: "Lord you've blessed me With your love So I will care for Every bag of blood" Parked in the hall Across from Supplies Was the tiniest bed With tubes in the side And the parents were there But the boy was still scared With a tube in each limb I could see through his skin So I leaned over him Held his tiny hands and said "God wants you back" "Lord you've blessed me With your love So I will carry All this blood"