I used to ask and sometimes still do
Why do some people laugh at me?
Why do some people look away when they see me?
As a child I wondered why the other children donít play with me
Why canít I speak like everyone else?
Why is my posture so bent and body twisted?
One day I heard some folks making remarks as I passed by slowly
They were talking about my deformity
Years have passed but still
Some look at me in pity
Others joke about me
Itís not my fault
I was born this way
I refuse to despise myself
I was born
Needing help from others
Needing to be tend to as a child when I am an adult
Needing a smile, an encouraging word, a hug (this we have in common)
Needing to feel like I belong
Yes I need you
To help me cross the street
To give me something to eat
Even to give me a bath
Many are afraid to touch me
Afraid they would injure me
Please just get to know me
Then there are those who are so rough and abusive
Thatís when I need you to protect me
I am disabled physically
But I am able to love
When I canít say it my eyes and my smile will reveal it
When my eyes cannot show it, my touch will demonstrate it
When I am unable to open my eyes, or lack the strength to smile and touch
Then observe me closely and you will sense it
I am ABLE to love
God made me
I am human
I have ability
Treat me with dignity
Show me compassion not pity
Heavenly Father I thank you for all those who take care and show love and patience to everyone with a disability.
Father touch hearts, dry tears, bring comfort to those who feel alone and rejected. Send help quickly. I ask in Jesus name.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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