You, O Shepherd, are my first responder,
in disaster I am not alone.
You make me lie down on a gurney.
A sip of water,
and an IV in my arm refresh me.
With defibrillator and CPR
you restore my soul.
Your path is always into the Copley explosion
the Sandy-submerged home.
You lead those who rescue me.
Even though I skid off black-iced roads,
there are jaws of life.
At the house fire, your pumper truck
and a teddy bear for my child –
they comfort me.
You prepare a roster of those who care.
I may not know their names, but I trust them.
They are anointed with compassion,
and my hope overflows.
Surely a tourniquet and a prayer
will come to me
in the traumas of my life,
and dignity beyond flashing lights
carry me to your house of love