Tuesday, July 3, 2012


I have not much to offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come because Your cross 
Has placed in me my worth

Oh, Christ my King of sympathy
Whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends to call me friend
Your mercy sets me free

I can't explain this kind of love
I'm humbled and amazed
That You'd come down from heavens heights 
And greet me face to face 

And I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace, because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

that patient

From JAMA:

To IsaiahExcerpts from Harvard Medical School Class Day Speech, May 24, 2012
by Donald M. Berwick, MD, MPP