The grandson fell ill, the children rushed about,
They ask to pray to the Lord of Hosts,
The prescribed medicines don’t help,
That’s why they trouble the family rear.

When alarm — run to God,
I too have need of Him.
If not to Him, then to whom?
For from somewhere the source of Life pulses.

To the indifferent, health “comes by itself,”
So they believe — there is no Creator,
Faith in the better never hurts,
Especially in Care — without bounds, without end.