Compassionate Healers

by "De" Deanna J. Garcia

Arise O' healers

stand alert.

stand at attention

as you put on

your armor of love,

for such a time

as this have you

been ordained...

and your life designed,

to care for the

fallen and wounded

that cry out

for mercy

in their time

of distress.

Arise O' healers.

Tarry not.

Move swiftly

On wings of

eagles, I will mount you

to fly you

to your fallen and wounded

comrades side.

For from the sands

of the battlefield

their blood

in anguish echo

My Name.

Arise Angels of mercy

fly to the rescue

of your hurting

brethren that

lay helpless,

broken in torture

and pain.

Blessed are you,

compassionate healers,

for it's more than

resetting bones,

aiding the burns

giving the shots

or binding the wounds.

It is .."I",

the Great I AM,

the Great Physician,

who works through

your hands,

who gives you

tenderness of heart,

as you see the

hurting

through the compassion

of My eyes.

It is "I"

Jehova-rapha,

the God who heals

all who call

on My Name.

Arise O' Compassionate healers,

for some of My

Mighty Warriors,

who willing went

with love  in

their hearts,

dedication and commitment

in their souls,

answered the call

to fight for the weak

who had no

Righteous Father

to cry unto,

No Strong Tower of Refuge

to run into

in time of turmoil

and no

Shield of Faith

to defend them,

and now

My Mighty Warriors

have taken a stumble

as they went into

harms way

to keep

Iraqis children

free from the

clutches of Satan

himself,

incarnate in

Suddam and

his regime.

Arise Guardian Angels,

for you

from heaven above

have been hand-picked

by God Almighty Himself.

Fill your horn

with the balm

of Gilead to

anoint

My Warriors.

For I am

merciful.

I am faithful.

I have heard their

cry that reverberates

in the chambers

of my throne

with their mourns.

I send you not

with your might

much less in

your power,

but in My Spirit,

in My Holy Name.

Go out to the

frontlines,

out go through

the Wolf camp

to lift up

your brother

and sister and

give them

My Hope..

Restore the broken of heart,

the shattered of spirit.

Encourage the

cast down of soul.

Reach out to

the injured by being

My loving arms

to embrace

the distraught.

Care for the wounded

with prayer and stand

by their sides.

Comfort the ones

that wail

during the night.

Go, Angels of Mercy,

for before you

were born

your times

were in My hands.

For I have draped

your hearts with

a robe of a good

humanitarian

and crowned your head

with a crown of

compassion,

for I am ready

to heal and save

those who are

calling and praising

My Name.

Arise merciful healers

for at that cross

My Father's work

was accomplished

and by the stripes

of My back

all that call on

My Name have

been healed and are saved

and Satan's head

has been crushed

at the grave.

Now hurry...

Go on your way,

God's chosen ones,

to heal.

For the time has

arrived for you

to take flight

for the agony

of your comrades

who gave the

last measure

of devotion for

freedom from

thousands of

battlefields

echo My Name.

De Garcia volunteered and continues to

volunteer to be one of the many flight

attendants to fly our troops to and

from their positions in the Iraq war.