NeuroDivine

As I begin another week of dialysis, I come as I am—carrying tiredness, hope, and whatever this day holds. This hymn was written in the quiet place where machines hum and my heart keeps its own steady rhythm. It reminds me that Christ is here with me: in the care I receive, in the long hours of waiting, in the hands that guide and support me. As I sing, I place this time into His keeping, trusting that even here, even now, I am not alone, and nothing is beyond His gentle presence.

Christ in the quiet places waits,
where hum and heartbeat blend;
He stands beside the weary ones,
our Healer and our Friend.
As Barrow waters hold their course
through meadow, field, and town,
so flows His mercy through our days,
to lift the faltering down.

Christ in the hands that guide our care,
the nurses’ steady grace;
like lanterns on a winter’s road,
their kindness lights the place.
He walks the ward with gentle steps,
as soft as bogland rain;
and in the turning of the dial,
His love renews again.

Christ in the hours that stretch and slow,
the waiting and the ache;
He keeps our spirits company
for His compassion’s sake.
He knows the stories etched in us,
the journeys we have trod;
and in the rhythm of the pump,
He breathes the peace of God.

Christ in the hope that sends us out
when treatment time is done;
the strength to rise, the will to trust,
the promise of the Son.
Till all our tears are washed away,
and bodies rise restored,
we walk the paths of home again,
held safely by our Lord.

Written at dialysis. Text copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. All rights reserved.