Just a poem inspired by a dying patient

A few weeks ago a pt who suffered with leukemia for 3 years died. She was a wonderful lady all of us came to know and to love as the weeks, months and years went on. The last week of her life was the hardest time of my career thus far. I wrote this poem the week she was dying it actually did not get finnished until she had finally gave up the fight and died. After I read it to my mom (my proof reader) she told me to share it so I am sharing here with nurses who can understand.

Can someone please tell me
why it is I do this job
The pay is bad
The hours are long
Is this really where I belong
Clinical skills I've had for many years
And yet I fell so helpless
When death's angel comes to call

Is there a reason
why God put me in this place
A gentle touch a warm embrace
Is all I have to offer
O please Lord you must remind me
why it is I do this job
My mind spins with a thousand things
I should have said or done

And then at once as from above
I hear an answer
As it is etched upon my heart
I do remember now Lord
why I do this job
A gentle touch a warm embrace
Maybe all I have to offer

But in the end when all is done
When death's angel come to call
I know that You have helped me lead them
To the greatest of your rewards
The everlasting peace of heaven
To be with our most precious Lord.

Jut obeying mom's orders and sharing.