Hands that heal and a heart of gold
(Doc Robin Townsend, the Country Vet)
There are childhood stories, I often recall
With eyes closed, I hear mother tell them all
The tales of the kind doctor, who came to call
No matter the weather, he arrived
Delivered safely by buggy or sleigh
In days gone by, “The olden days”
The way of the Country Doctor
A good, God fearing man
With hands that heal and a caring heart
I know of one, who lives with us still
More of a friend than a visitor, who comes to call
One who heals our dearest of friends of all
The ones who bark, slither and crawl
No matter the size, Doc tends to them all
And of the young’s endless questions?
He listens quietly, then answers them all
Speaking gently, he paints a picture, for them to recall
Knowing all too well, tomorrow they will jump the fence
For you see, he holds a Doctorate in Common Sense
From father to son, the traits are passed
Tis the Lord’s way, ensuring he is not the last
The man with patience, an honest soul
With hands that heal and a heart of gold
His Father healed the human scars
His Fathers son the human heart
He holds high his morals, o’er silver and gold
He chooses to do right, by all, young and old
He treasures his contented heart
For within his heart, he holds
His memories, God’s promised riches untold
His way is never easy, a rough and rock sewn path
He has always lived his life for others,
Even though, not one ever asked
Of what God would have of me
I know not of his divine plan
Except, I am jealous of this man
For, he is a fine example for others to see
The man, the person I should strive to be
All my years, all my travels
I have never found, one, nobler than he
I shall remember fondly all the stories told
In summers sweat and winters killing cold
Of Llamas, mules and the price of hay
For friends you see, are simply that way
I shall deny all those tales told of us two
And Doc will say, “Well, could be true”
When he comes to call, heal or console
Ask of all the stories he has been told
Say a prayer for the country Doc
Softly request, that God save his soul
For you shall find fewer than he
A good, God fearing man
Hands that heal and a heart of gold
With eyes closed, I hear mother tell them all
The tales of the kind doctor, who came to call
No matter the weather, he arrived
Delivered safely by buggy or sleigh
In days gone by, “The olden days”
The way of the Country Doctor
A good, God fearing man
With hands that heal and a caring heart
I know of one, who lives with us still
More of a friend than a visitor, who comes to call
One who heals our dearest of friends of all
The ones who bark, slither and crawl
No matter the size, Doc tends to them all
And of the young’s endless questions?
He listens quietly, then answers them all
Speaking gently, he paints a picture, for them to recall
Knowing all too well, tomorrow they will jump the fence
For you see, he holds a Doctorate in Common Sense
From father to son, the traits are passed
Tis the Lord’s way, ensuring he is not the last
The man with patience, an honest soul
With hands that heal and a heart of gold
His Father healed the human scars
His Fathers son the human heart
He holds high his morals, o’er silver and gold
He chooses to do right, by all, young and old
He treasures his contented heart
For within his heart, he holds
His memories, God’s promised riches untold
His way is never easy, a rough and rock sewn path
He has always lived his life for others,
Even though, not one ever asked
Of what God would have of me
I know not of his divine plan
Except, I am jealous of this man
For, he is a fine example for others to see
The man, the person I should strive to be
All my years, all my travels
I have never found, one, nobler than he
I shall remember fondly all the stories told
In summers sweat and winters killing cold
Of Llamas, mules and the price of hay
For friends you see, are simply that way
I shall deny all those tales told of us two
And Doc will say, “Well, could be true”
When he comes to call, heal or console
Ask of all the stories he has been told
Say a prayer for the country Doc
Softly request, that God save his soul
For you shall find fewer than he
A good, God fearing man
Hands that heal and a heart of gold
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