Donate blood
And be blessed
To get a blood-brother
Or blood-sister.
It is painless
It is harmless-
And also priceless!
Many times
It helps
To win back a sole bread-winner
From the death's doorstep.
A newborn can hope to see
Its mother alive;
The neigbors will come to know
That the stork -
Has brought yet another
Bundle of joy for the mother!
An anxious father
Can hope to see his daughter
Alive and kicking
And chasing a butterfly;
That makes for two butterflies-
On a run!
Grandpa will wake up
From his hospital bed
To tell us the wonderful tales
Full of pep and fun-
And regale us once again!
All these and many more
Accomplished with a few
Drops of blood
Flowing from vein to vein-
In the hour of dire need;
The greatest gift a man
Can bestow on his fellow man!
When suddenly smiles
Bloom in the dreadful
Stifling fearful -
Atmosphere of the casualty,
Death has fled through
The back door
Broken threads of life
Will be woven together again
Donate Blood-
And be blessed;
Get yourself renamed
As the blessing hand of God!