How She Happened to Sing His Favorite Song

The back story

I had those days when I’d head to work, expecting to do my job and not expecting God to show up in any special way. Sure, I asked for His blessing, for wisdom and for protection.  I asked Him to guide me through my eight-hour shift. Sometimes, God showed up in such a way that I knew He was saying to me, “Watch this.” This was one of those days. Every time I hear the song Heavenly Sunlight, I am back in that hospital room at WVU Medical Center (now Ruby Memorial Hospital) in Morgantown, West Virginia, listening to Faye sing that song.

Heavenly Sunlight

It started out as just another ordinary hospital day for him, I suppose. After Herman’s bath, it was time to weigh him and change his bed.  We chattered as we came into his room, dressed in isolation gowns, masks, and gloves. Our garb was another reminder of his illness and infection.

“Okay, Herman babe, time to get weighed,” one of the girls said, wheeling the litter scale into his room.

He nodded, unable to speak because of his tracheotomy. He knew us all as well as we knew him; he had been in the hospital for over a year (372 days to be exact). Words like coma, pneumonia, infection, tracheotomy, oxygen, intravenous, isolation, suction, intensive care, catheter, and surgery were as much as part of his vocabulary as ours.


His open abdominal wound was as much a part of his life as the hospital, for he had lived there with it since his arrival from another hospital. He survived seven surgeries in all. Sometimes we wondered whether he would ever go home. It all represented a struggle and fight for health and life.

Four of us were in his room that day, preparing the litter scales to weigh him when we heard someone coming down the corridor. As she stopped outside the room to don her isolation garb, she was humming and singing to herself.  When she came into the room, I recognized her.

NURSE oxygen

An angel unaware

Her name was Faye, and she worked in respiratory therapy. She was here to change his oxygen equipment. Oblivious to all of us, she began busily exchanging the tubing and checking equipment. We were maneuvering tubing and catheters, getting ready to move Herman from his bed to the litter-scale. She hadn’t stopped humming to herself.

Then she sang out in full voice the words to the chorus of her song: “Hallelujah, I am rejoicing, singing His praises, Jesus is mine!”

Faye turned to hand Herman his new oxygen piece, unaware that we were watching them both, for Herman was shaking with sobs. He ignored her attempt to hand his new oxygen tubing, and he reached instead for her hand. Herman was trying to tell her something with his lips. She couldn’t understand.

“I’m sorry, Herman, I don’t know what you’re saying,” she spoke gently, as he gripped her hand tightly.

I understood, but could scarcely speak as I choked out the words, “He’s saying, ‘Sing it again!'”

Oblivious, she asked innocently, “What was I singing?”

“It’s ‘Heavenly Sunlight’,” I answered, hardly able to take my eyes from his face.

A song in a moment of eternal time

Something special was happening in the room just then.

An angel unaware, I thought to myself.

Time stood still.

nurse music sheet

The litter-scale sat and waited.

Dressed in yellow isolation gowns, we lined up on both sides of the bed and listened, each of us reaching out to touch him through rubber-gloved hands. Behind those monotonous green masks, we tried unsuccessfully to swallow away the lumps in our throats as she took his hand in both of hers.

She sang the song all the way through, from beginning to end, those words about sunshine and Jesus’ faithfulness. Herman’s eyes seemed glued to her face as he drank it all in, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“It has been such a long time for Herman,” we said to each other, practically every day.

That same day at a conference concerning his hospital care, his surgeon had told us, “This past year has literally been hell on earth for Herman.”nurse mountains mist

Ah, but could he have been there to see and feel the sunshine penetrating the walls of the room that day, he would perhaps have felt differently. I called that moment “heaven come to earth,” to room 5316.

No one moved as she sang.

As she finished, he cried and whispered through his tears and tracheotomy, “Thank you . . . thank you . . .” over and over again.

A kiss on the hand, one on his forehead as he continued crying, the promise of singing with him when he was able to talk again, and she was gone.

A cup of cold, refreshing water

It was just one moment in a day, just another ordinary day. Yet, she brought a cup of water and gave it in Christ’s name.

She was an ordinary person doing an ordinary task. How can it be that she just happened to be humming his favorite song that day, at that particular moment in time?

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Faye came with a song and left me with a challenge. She brought a touch of God, leaving me with an indelible memory of a special moment in eternal time.

She came in the midst of the routine of her job, and she gave a cup of cool, refreshing water in His name.

Lord, even so, use me!


About the song

If you’d like to  hear this song, you can.  There are several groups listed here, and they each have their own rendition.   Take your pick, or listen to all of them.

The Thomas Brothers

Gaither (Live)

Trinity One Studio

George Beverly Shea and the Blackwood Brothers

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This story was published in the book Southside Glimmers in April of 2000. Herman went to be with Jesus quite a few years after this – and I am confident that he is experiencing the Sonlight of Heaven.

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