Another one I play almost every day at the cancer center…

Written in memory of Dr. Jonah Kule, who lost his life serving others in the Bundibugyo Ebola outbreak, November 2007.

Blessings,

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You didn't set out to someday face Ebola;
you didn't aspire to draw your dying breath
gasping the words that spoke your last desire:
No one should die an Ebola death.

A Ugandan born to tend the sick in Uganda,
returning to the region of your birth,
shunning the wealth normally due a doctor,
you made a choice that multiplied your worth.

Jonah we remember you:
Your words still sound in our ears;
Your footprints mark your way from place to place.
Your hands still bind our wounds;
Your faith still calms our fears.
When we close our eyes, we see the light in your face.

Word came of a patient down with fever.
You went to his home to tend him at his bed.
In compassion you reached to help to turn him over.
Without any gloves, the deadly virus spread.

Jonah we remember you:
Your words still sound in our ears;
Your footprints mark your way from place to place.
Your hands still bind our wounds;
Your faith still calms our fears.
When we close our eyes, we see the light in your face.

You didn't set out to someday face Ebola,
but it didn't put out the light in your face,
it didn't put out the light in your face,
we remember the light in your face.